Old stuff is a gas. It´s lovely with marks from its past, telling another story than just its mere existence. I love that. I love having battered old books, cookbooks with stains from cooking, a door that has marks from someone growing a few inches per year, a stair case that is smooth and soft after all feet that has travelled up and down it.
And if you don´t know what to do of your weekend (or of your view of love!) – watch Eternal Sunshine on the Spotless Mind. A movie great because of its actors (Carrey delivers when he for once stops turning his face into a monkey´s butt and turns vulnerable) and because of its unconventional portrait of love.
Happy weekend, campers!