Princess Murks is observing people in the Cafe of Umeå University

Ou-ou. Ou, these Swedes. Swedish youth are a punch of Wannabe PUNKs.
There is this guy hands full of screaming tattoos. Scary. Really scary. Wearing a T-shirt that says: "something DEAD" on it. Wearing sneakers with skulls and crossbones. STILL. He is sweeping his nose with perfectly square tissue paper and drinking watery brygg-coffee. Where is the bottle of beer in front of him (it is 11pm but this gives even more reasons to drink)? Where are the "tatilärakad"(read: snot-spots) on the ground?
And these girls. They seem to be even worse examples of Wannabe PUNKs. Or then, anouthe alternative, just some bad examples of 1980s. Those stockings or tight-tight trousers and the short-short skirt that you can easily see if they have shaved vagina or not. Those stripy relatively bright or then simply black-grey tops that have big bra-revealing necking. And sneakers, of cause, the sneakers. STILL. They have perfect manicure, perfect haircut, perfect make-up. The overall feeling and smell of ironed clothes and shower every evening and morning. And the purse that looks like from the latest fashion magazine. Where are the shaky hands of night-long party and smoke? Where are the red eyes of sleepless night?
PUNK? Why do they so much like to use these references to PUNK-culture? They want to shock and be alternative, be original, be different! But they are unable to really grasp the essence of shock culture, revolutionary culture of PUNK. PUNK is not a dressing style. PUNK is a lifestyle. Devaluing the PUNK is sad.
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Princess Murks is a hostess

Princess Murks is used to knock on the doors. Drag her rucksack to somebodies quest room or sofa. Or simply on the carpet in the living room... Bring some good vine or some snacks, sit in the kitchen of some relatives or friends and know where the cups and coffee is kept. Spending some time and discussing some thoughts till the time passes and Princess Murks needs to go again.

This time it was different. Princess Murks cold be the hostess. Strange, strange, strange. Princess Murks knew where to find bedsheets and towels. How to start the sauna... Was careful to keep the floor "sort of" clean. Knew where to find thread-nd-needle and other tools the guests needed. Knew how to switch in the washing, the dish-washing and the coffee machines. How to prepare the table for a cozy dinner. Had to generate ideas what nice to have for breakfast, lunch, dinner; where to go to have fun and see interesting places; what to do at home. Uhuhuuu!

Bizarre to be a hostess not the guestess.

Princess Murks is lost in the light

There are no nights
No darkness what so ever
When does the day start?
If there are no nights can there still be days?
Is it just one big light?
or small but lasting for long time?
The light is never-ending
Do I have to sleep during the day or night or light?

Princess Murks is in the rain

Princess Murks is in the rain. Rain is everywhere. The hair is full of rain. The mouth is full of rain. The feet are stuck in a pond. The rain is tripping down the skin. The rain is finding the way into Princess Murks' eyes and make them rain as well. Rain, rain, rain.
The rain is making things melt. Princess Murks had a crown of marzipan ans caramel, the rain has made it melt. Princess Murks has even more rain in her eyes. More rain in her eyes...

Princess Murks does not want to speak

No words. There are some days when Princess Murks does not say anything to anybody. Princess Murks does not want to speak. And, not the last reason, there is nobody to talk to.
Hmmm, of cause there are people around. There are people living in the next houses, there are people walking on the streets, there are people biking in the streets, running in the streets. There are people sitting in the library, sitting in the cafeteria, there are people... Sometimes Princess Murks smiles to them and they smile back, but then the eyes are turned fast and... there is nobody to talk to.
Princess Murks enjoys this silence. Princess Murks does not want to break the silence. When there is silence then there is mystery. And Princess Murks is afraid that the real life is so-so much more boring than the mystery. With the silence Princess Murks can let the imagination fly. Princess Murks can think up what kind of people might those be here. She can think up their everyday life, what are their hobbies, their thoughts, their desires. If she started to talk to them she might find that they are lame and boring.
Besides, Princess Murks does not like to explain about herself. She knows what are the first questions: "What is your name? Where are you from? What are you doing here? What is your work about?" Urrrr, the most boring questions one can ever think of! And after those, the conversation is normally over... Why people just do not start talking about the important things? Why they need to know all this background information? Princess Murks would like to hear about something interesting, something exciting that happened in last days, something philosophical about life, something new, something...

At the same time... it is also boring when there is nobody to talk to.

Princess Murks has lost the excitement of distance

There has always been some kind of mysterious aura around traveling. Excitement of seeing something new, different, experiencing something new and different. Strange and exotic. Seeing in reality the life that one has been seen pictures about, movies about, read books and travel-diaries about, heard stories about and considered to be something that could be also just made up world. Nothing to do with me! Separate place and separate life and separate feelings. Traveling is an excitement that one can never go through by living in one place only. Excitement, that one-place-rooted person can only see in dreams. Excitement, that one-place-rooted person even fears, is afraid of, never wants to feel and experience and, therefore, never goes anywhere.
Princess Murks has lost this kind of excitement. The destinations are not so exotic anymore. There is no fear for meeting something unexpected, unpleasant. There is no excitement like that... There is nothing totally especial anywhere! Nothing, that Princess Murks has not seen anywhere else, is afraid of discover or fairs to fall into. Nothing.
The "new" experiences are more like... Like the variations of the commonplace. There are human conventions that the "new" people have their personal or cultural variation of. There are nature conventions that the "new" landscapes have their topological or climatological variation of. Those can all be generalized. It is the common everyday life, everyday problems, everyday joy.
Do not misunderstand Princess Murks - it does not mean that it is not interesting to travel. It is not that Princess Murks is tired of traveling. Traveling has not became lame or boring! It is not the case, indeed!!! The seeing something new, the feeling something new has become a part of everyday realities for Princess Murks. The need to compare, the need to discover Princess Murks' own reactions the need to change Princess Murks' own convictions every day has become an addiction. Princess Murks could not stay still and be one-place-rooted, Princess Murks needs this variation of people, variation of landscapes to develop as a person. Not because of the excitement but because of the...

Princess Murks is using the Potion

Serious. Serious matters. Serious life. Tell me one thing that is serious in life?
Princess Murks is turning everything that starts to smell a little bit serious into a joke, a carnival, a clown, an animal in the zoo.
People who look and try to sound serious are silly, they can be observed as some clown or animal making their performance. The situations that are serious or even a scary make Princess Murks laugh (or, honestly, sometimes cry) just that their seriousness could vanish and it DOES.

Vanish, vanish seriousness! Yes, nothing left of it.