Journals – What happened to us?

Who has never written a journal? A diary full of tiny secrets you were sure your life would end if anyone read it – but truth was nobody cared about them; a travel journal, even small scraps written on the back of photos and on polaroids; a blog begun by curiosity which eventually lead to exposing your whole life to strangers. A journal with your thoughts and sketches, filled with candy wrappings and cards and pressed flowers. It is art of some sort, something we do to satisy ‘our deep need to complain’ and to remember who we are and what we have gone trough.

Now imagine this multiplied by thousands.

Where is the driver?

Sometimes we feel like we have little control over our lives, as if it was actually being dictated by others. As the saying goes, ‘Stop the world, I want to get off!’ Of course the world does never stop but people get off of it anyway.