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mitä Marsissa kuunnellaan? • What do they listen to on Mars? ENG&FIN

  suomeksi ja englanniksi: IN ENGLISH (suomeksi alhaala) I set off towards home with a light load. Just one plastic bag filled with Earth’s finest candies, and a toothbrush to fend off potential cavities. The whole trip, I tried not to devour all the sweets by myself—some had to be saved for when I arrived. You see, there’s only a limited amount of them. The Earth’s Official Space Travel Organization (EOSTO) is quite strict about the amount of food you can take off the planet. Often, your destination also dictates what you can bring. Some of Earth's best treats might be toxic to the inhabitants of other worlds. Like how drugs are illegal on Earth, candy can be banned on certain planets—or even entire solar systems. The journey itself was smooth. I prefer taking the local space train since the super-fast ones are still a bit pricey. Local trains, however, stop at every planet in our solar system and even circle the sun. (But seriously, who’d want to live on Mercury? It’s unbearably ...

vain taiteilja ja hänen muusa • just an artist and her muse

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  dedicated to  Kwon Ji Yong, my muse Jokainen taiteilija näkee kauneutta. Niin ilossa kuin surussa, molemmissa jotain maalaamisen tai laulamisen arvoista.  Olkoon sitten putoavat syksyn lehdet, talven harmaa maisema, kevään järven jään kimallus tai kesällä pistävän ampiaisen aiheuttama kipu. Hyvin usein, kauneutta löytyy myös muista lajitovereista. Toisen puhetavassa, toisen masennuksessa, joskus jopa toisen taiteessa. Näin meidän taiteemme jakautuu ympäri maailmaa. Joskus, yksi ihminen pitää sisällään niin paljon kauneutta, että ei häntä voi kuin kutsua muusaksi: Hän pitää taiteilijan yömyöhään hereillä, saa tämän itkemään mutta samanlain myös nauramaan, ehkä molempia samaan aikaan. Muusa herättää tunteita, jotka ovat ainutlaatuisia ja kultaakin arvokkaampaa. Voitko kuvitella. Ehkä juuri sinun hymysi tai kuvasi, on inspiroinut jotain niin, että he ovat luoneet sen taiteeksi, tehneet sillä mammonaa. Sinun hymyn sinun ansiostasi?  Every artist sees beauty. Both in jo...

The leaves are falling and withering, like a reflection of me and my declining mood.

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  This morning, when I woke up, the blanket felt warm, while the air was cool. A month ago, I slept without a blanket, and now I can hardly let go of it. So, autumn has arrived. And in the mornings, my weighted blanket feels incredibly cozy. I now drink my morning coffee with the special milk that baristas use. I'm afraid to switch back to regular milk in case it tastes bad. I've become really fond of colorful tights, especially purple and pink ones. I've already left tops and shorts behind, though I can't seem to let go of dresses. This has proven to be a bit of a problem. Tights have solved this issue for now, but even they will be replaced by sweatpants as soon as the temperature dips below zero. So, the train rides between home and school have begun again, and I'm thinking a lot during these trips. The wasps buzzing around the train station have finally disappeared. I no longer have to run around platform six to escape them. On the train, I often sit with friend...

Elvis is playing, and I long for a love that was never even mine.

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  "I'll remember you Long after this endless summer has gone" oh how I left my heart in Japan; it bothers me a little.  How can one fall so in love, in such a short time?  After such a journey, I wonder—can I ever fall in love again?  this love, it only taunts me, too far away to actually ever bloom.  I must keep it in my heart, let it rip me apart until it's gone.