Renegade Writings

The collected writings of a Renegade Tourist

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April 2010

Silja Serenade 10:45 pm

The moon paints a streak of silver on the black sea. Just at the edge of it, where the sky meets the water, a series of lights mark out the shape of another ship. The wind is truly cold as it whips at my clothes and the pages of my notepad. The deck I’m sitting at is brightly lit but it is the blackness out there, perforated only by a big glowing disc, that catches my attention. The low humming drone of the ship’s engine and the rhythmic splashing of the waves fills my ears only to be pierced now … Read the rest

Silja Europa 12:22 pm

The air feels fresh as I walk out on deck and the sun warms my face and glitters off the calm ocean surface. In the relatively low temperature and chilly wind it quickly gets cold out here but I stay to ward off the drowsiness. The lack of sleep last night has taken its toll and now I need to clear my head to not fall asleep again. I can see the trail of swirling water snaking out behind us and another ship following close behind as we pass through the archipelago. The scenery is quite beautiful with the blue … Read the rest

Heidi hay tattoo 1:06 pm

All I can see is a white wall with a poster on it, or alternatively the backside of a chest of drawers. There is a dull pain, kind of like that of being pinched, near my hip. After a few short moments the pain stops then comes back again,  coming in irregular intervals. Some times it is more acute, and it even gets so bad that I grind my teeth and clench my fists in anguish. I have to lie on my side in this dentists type chair staring at the wall and maybe the back of the artist next … Read the rest

Slussen, Örebro 2:32 pm

The water flowing past me is absolutely mesmerizing. The yellow-brown river bubbles, twirls and hisses past me, turning from yellowish white spray as it leaves the sluice gate to froth on the wave tops further down. Walking just next to it gives the illusion of walking on a conveyor belt and it draws me in, attracting me like light attracts moths. I want to take a plunge in the water but I know the current is strong and would carry me far and the water is cold this chilly April afternoon, it would be deadly. Instead I look out around … Read the rest

My parents house 3:49 pm

A myriad of minuscule paint droplets cover my face – scratch that, a myriad of paint droplets cover all of me, my face, my hair, my arms; little splashes from the rotation of my paint roller. The droplets also cover the protective glasses I’m wearing and I’m glad that I have them, I can only imagine how bad this stuff would be if it got in my eyes, but the droplets cloud over my vision and it is really hard to see whether or not an area is covered if your vision is misted over by paint. I am bending
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