... but masterpieces are.

For wine, supposedly, gets better every year. Stories, don't. Generally. Quite the opposite. Stories are more like apple juice, in that sense. Delicious the first days but gets kind of grumpy after a while. Some stories are more like chocolate bars lying in the sun. While some stories, the really great ones, are more like trees. They grow and grow and grow, have their miscoloured down periods and are really fancy every once in a while. To finally drop down. DEAD. And there are masterpieces, who gets better and better for every decade that passes. And they can go on forever. But to fully enjoy it, you must drink it (again, supposedly, what do I know?) which puts you in a wicked Catch 22 setting. A Catch 22 situation where both outcomes will be happy. But one will be happier than the other.

So when should one drink it? When is the time right, to enjoy it the most? If wine keeps improving every year. And masterpieces as well. When should one read it? Or drink it? And there we reach the point that makes masterpieces of literary work superior to wine. When you drink wine, you'll eventually empty the bottle. And empty bottles are only good at throwing at stupid people. But the masterpieces won't disappear once you've read it (hopefully), sure, the novelty will wear off. And perhaps will the annual dose of improvement reach the cul-de-sac and start to... deimprove.

Probably not.

Hello people, I see you've once again stumbled my way and I shall attempt to make your stay as enjoyable as possible. As always.

This week has been... unusually busy. Compared to other weeks (excluding the weeks before this week). Makes sense, no? So I've finally finished the final project in webdesign (almost, at least) and got results back for our last maths test. Where I actually had done better than I thought. I also learnt that discussing Scotland can be hilarious.

One week left of school now before the holidays. Will get off thursday evening. The following two weeks will I work at the local library.

Which means... time to art!

Some of you may remember that I stated that I was pregnant with a poem. I wouldn't call it a miscarriage yet, but way overdue.

Sweden's national day today. Which will be celebrated... not at all. We'll be watching the football game between Sweden and Denmark! Of course. Inevitably.

So, what are your plans for the summer?

Jonatan