leona naess is calming me down

all is well.

scandinavians always bring me peace.

once i was in a febrile state and a strange woman touched my forehead with her finger and it all came clear.

i kid you not.

this was on the street in reykjavik where the bicycle is hung up by magical wires.

it was the middle of the night and everyone was severely drunk.

she was too.

but she just stopped talking. reached out with this long manicured finger. touched it to my forehead.

and everything was beautiful.

you gotta believe.

in other people.

i do.

i do.

scandinavians especially.

when i first saw leona naess on my t.v. i freaked out because it looked like my best friend from my childhood susan noel.

susan died young.

susan was a singer songwriter artist and they look so alike.

and if you type leona naess backwards what do you get.

ssean a noel.

that freaks me out.

for a while i thought it was really my friend. that she had faked her death.

but no.

leona is leona.

but life is strange.

it anagrams fate sometimes on a lark.

to quote the cocteau twins, "it's all but an ark lark."

it is.

they're right.