Once again I find myself failing to update and then all of a sudden one, two–three months have drifted by. I’ve left Riyadh and returned back to spend the so called summer in Sweden. The Swedish summer is gray, wet and uninspiring. I spent the first couple of weeks working for a newspaper in town, now the writing and working lingers. I spend my days waiting for changes to come. I do the sun-dance, drink wine and wake up with paint all over my body. Memories from LA came and visited in the form of Marie and in the morning haze we hiked up a wet slanted field and rolled down again. The more things change the more they stay the same. I’m still here, albeit the idea of where here actually is I have yet to determine.