I am now working on my compulsory task for my application to the masters program in story telling at konstfack university in sweden.

And I have been a little bit stuck


it feels like so much is stopping me.
so much, weighing me down.
so much loath
so much fear.

I am supposed to be
authentic
think authentic
create authentic

it seems I am cursed somehow.
why?

I know now so many things
yet i do so few.

I have always been stuck

I cant help it.
i am petrified from the neck down.

completely petrified.

completely exasperated.

I am supposed to be able.

to be beautiful

but I am not

I should know my limitations.
no camera,
no videos
no photography

no comic
no storyboard

how am I supposed to be authentic if I don't  even know who I am?

Its  all so weird. so distant from myself.

I should just think of an action

if I narrow it down to an action
you will be able to picture it.


So far all i see is a boy...