well i moved over to another department in the newspaper – i blogged about it earlier. either i forgot what it means to really fight for your ideas or then i am running on empty this time. i know myself, i know how (over-) ambitious i can be and how personal i take rejections of my ideas, stories and whatever. i just sometimes wish i would see that little space for my creativity, because it is there and even if i am able to surpress it for some time (as i had to in brussels for example) it will come out. it will long to get out even harder than before. and right now it has nowehere to go.
The heart is a bloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room
No space to rent in this town
Beautiful
I believe.