Nine

I really hate thinking about how many we people we are, walking around and sharing this planet.

A lot of you find that thought exciting. Well. Not me. Every time I see a house I have to think about who might be living there and after seeing shitloads of houses in a row, as you do everyday in London, you can imagine that my brain is constantly fucking everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I remember taking the bus to my dad and maybe seeing three houses every twenty minutes.

It is like when I am on the tube. So many different people from different places, all cramped together. A close encounter with a complete stranger for a couple of minutes - they just happen to be at the same place at the same time. And since there is no phone reception on the tube things can go crazy quiet. And when things go crazy quiet my mind goes.. well, it just goes crazy loud.

I start thinking about and wondering where everyone is going, where they have been and what they looked like when they were babies. Why that lady with a big bum has so teeny, tiny boobies. And does that dude work in a fish & chip shop or is that really his natural smell.

This might be a mental retardation, or simply a side effect of being born and raised in the northern parts of Sweden. You be the judge.