Been editing the vocals I recorded the other day.
Already notice a shift in my voice. Something less restraint.
It's like my Swedish holding back is already melting.
The mere feeling of being totally anonymous,
the sense that nobody cares who you are, what you do,
how it sounds and so on, is already freeing my expression,
changing my tone.

Short breaks for air.
Quiet walks in the sun.

I went to the cinema on friday night.
Got a ticket for The Haunting in Connecticut.
Based on a true story, it says.
Love going to the cinema alone.
After the film I noticed nobody was watching
the doors to the other films. And they were all open,
people walking in and out as they pleased.
So I simply sneaked next door
and wathced Tim Burton's new animated flick,
Coraline.




Weekends. Market at Union Square.
Organic and ecological. Crowded.
I saw a thief today. He went up to the counter
and took a bucket of organic youghurt.
Then stood in line as if he was gonna pay
but I immediately knew he wasn't.
I noticed him because of his fast, shifting eyes.
His head was still but his eyes kept us all in check.
Then he gradually advanced backwards.
People filled up the space between him and the counter
and he was gone.
At first I went slowly through the crowd after him.
I think I just wanted to let him know
that he had been observed, that's all.
But the Voice told me to immediately let it go.
"No, K. Just watch.
That good samaritan style of yours won't work here.
You haven't seen nothing yet.
Chill out, watch carefully but think twice
before you put your nose in others affairs,
or chances are you return to Sweden in a box.
Pay attention, and I'll show you how all sorts of people
survive and make their living in the Big Apple."

Slept like a baby tonight.
The sounds of saturday people
soft and soothingly filtered in my dreams.