Fantasy.

You know, I really wish that I was 3 metres tall and blue. I also wish that I lived in a completely different world with floating mountains and weird semi-birds. A part of me also wants to have the tail-sex in a tree that looks like a disco-version of Grandmother Willow from Pocahontas. There's just something about a grey sky and clouds full of rain that doesn't satisfy you as much as a place full of colours. I would, of course, also love to be able to handle a big bow and be lethal and deadly. That'd be cool.

When I was a kid I always wanted to live in a wooden treehouse. With a swimming-pool and bridges (is that really the right word?) and all that. All my bad drawings were of that. To some extent I still want that. I wanna live in the jungle with minimal clothing and swing from tree to tree. Then there's the modern me who doesn't like to dirt under her nails, who's terribly afraid of snakes (imagine swinging like Tarzan and then grab a snake - iiih!) and who knows that she'd be an easy prey for most predators there. So I'll just stay here, watch Avatar, eat my porridge and look out through my window. And I know that one day I'll be there, in the jungle, taking pictures and for a little while I will be that blue girl with a tail.