In my journal, I refer to or interpret the days from Monday to midday Friday as a smudge on your car window or your glasses that is hard to get clean. During the week, it’s almost impossible for me to get it off. On Friday afternoon, it melts away a bit, and in a couple of hours, it’s all gone completely. Like it was never there. Then comes another Monday morning, and the shit is on again.

It was a tough week to live through, but by the end of it I figured out (again!) that I’m the main reason it feels so tough.

This week’s visual diary. No particular importance nor order. The end of the week was kinda busy, but more on that later.

This week’s visual diary. No particular order but very big importance to me. Thanks for browsing.

This week’s visual diary. It was pretty eventful one with some importance and order. Thanks for browsing.

This week’s visual diary. Some importance and order, but who did ever cared right?

Last week’s visual diary. No particular order or importance. I just really like taking my camera with me anywhere I go.

Last week’s visual diary. No particular reason or importance.