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Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
  • Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
  • Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
  • Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
  • Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
  • Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
  • Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
  • Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps

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My very first book "Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps".
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”I packed light and spent 18 months on the road, homeless and at home. Lost but unable to be lost because I had no destination. I arrived in new cities every morning, scraped coins to afford coffee and then tried to find the busiest venue in town where I begged to get to play a set or two. If I was lucky I sold albums enough to afford the train the next day. If I was luckier I could afford whiskey and if I was a god damn star I got some tip from the sound-guy. You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you as the poem you want to be. One day, things will change and you will not have to struggle every day to convince people that you and your art is good enough. One day, you will simply be able to be you, and be okay with that.    ....
...     But somewhere on the road I started to feel drained. There I was with no belongings but my guitar and a few pair of clothes, ripping my heart out in every single way, but no one seemed to understand what I was saying, what I was singing about, what I tried to do. I screamed my heart out every night, and no one seemed to care. I pushed and cried and fought and struggled my way through the days, with nothing in return but the so called blessing of getting to do it the next day again. A constant fever from sleeping on floors, cheap instant coffee and if I'm lucky a little tip under the table from the bar-staff. I loved living like a wanderer, not owning keys, new beginnings every day, but I started to get scared. You’re never really relaxed, you're always watching your back, always worrying. Will things ever change?

I learned more than I ever thought I would this year, and I learned it by the ruthless life itself. I’m ready to use my struggles, the strength I’ve grown and the lessons I’ve learned to tell the world about the artist, the person I’ve come to be. I’m not doing this to get the world’s approval anymore. I know what I want now. For so long I let my life slip through my fingers, like water. 
I’m holding on to it now, and I’m not letting go. "

 

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The story of Charlotte Eriksson, is one of those you usually see on movies. Only 18 years old she left everything she had and knew in Gothenburg, Sweden, and moved to London to dedicate her whole life to her music and art. A vague dream about reaching out turned out to be an extraordinary fight for true and real art. A journey about self-discovery, learning solitude, the difference between having a home and feeling at home and how she finally found a home in herself, in her music, in her words. Charlotte spent a year homeless on the road, sleeping at friends' and fans' floors, learning and searching. An ordinary girl created a community of over 30,000 dedicated fans online, and all alone with nothing but hard work and determination she managed to build a life on her art, being a true inspiration to so many people, showing that you can achieve and become exactly who you want to be, if you just want it bad enough.

"I wanted to turn my life into art. My very existence into a poem. This is my story. It might not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful."

 

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Reviews of Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps:

"This book was such an emotional and beautiful experience that really consumed my soul while reading it I felt like I was there in person with her on her amazing journey every step of the way. This book made me cry it made me smile and it made me realise facts about myself it is a truly emotional and inspiring reading experience. I would recommend this book to anyone who can appreciate the genius and brilliance of an artist or someone who wants to discover themselves."

"This book is a beautiful journey. Charlotte's words are like magic and you just can't stop reading. This book gave me answers to life that I didn't know I was looking for!"

    Shipping Info

    How long will my order take? 

    • Within the EU, between 10-35 business days.

    • Outside of EU, 3-8 weeks.

    • I always try to ship the order within 48h of you placing it.

     

    Could I please have a tracking number?

    I am now offering tracked shipping at an extra cost. Make sure to tick this option in at check-out! You will then get a tracking number to follow the journey of the package.

    If you don't tick in tracked shipping, the book will be sent with the normal untracked postal service. If your order disappears on the way I will, of course, send a new one with some extra goodies to make up for the long wait. Please wait until the shipping time has run out (see times above) before you reach out to me. <3

     

    Where can I contact you for special requests or concerns about my order?

    contact@charlotteeriksson.com (no fan emails here please!)

    Hi, thank you for finding me

    I'm messy and I'm organized and I'm still trying to piece my own self together. I can't sleep at night because how could I close my eyes when there's a whole world out there, calling my name, waiting to be explored. I love intelligent conversations while laying on empty streets at 5 am in the morning, and I love watching the sun rise over a world that is still asleep. I make mistakes and I mess up a lot, but I'm trying to learn how to be okay with that. Some days I couldn't care less about what all of you think about my art because this is my life and all I have. But then there are days when all I want is to be beautiful and good enough and someone to count on. Someone to like and love and believe in. I just really want to mean something to someone.

     

    I believe in the future, for I have seen yesterday and I'm still alive. I laugh a lot and I believe in the beauty of small things. Like the coffee in the morning with someone you love, road trips to nowhere and oceans. I love people who are curious and careless because I want to be curious and careless and even though I'm mostly guarded, mostly shy, what I really want is to hug every single person I meet and ask them a thousand questions about their definition of a life lived well and if they've ever been in love and how they could go on when that love disappeared, because I am struggling. People fascinate me because I can't seem to understand them, and they rarely understand me. The way they can live and breathe and simply be, when I can't even look myself in the mirror without questioning every line, every expression and people’s perception. I remember every single word from conversations and I have a whole box of unsent letters to myself and every person I've ever met.

     

    When I was 18 I moved all on my own from my home in Sweden to London to become the person I wanted to be, and create a life that made me excited to wake up in the morning. After a year in solitude with my mind and my music, I packed light and spent a year homeless on the road, dedicating my life to my art and music, determined to tell the world about it. I went everywhere and nowhere. Spent nights on the concrete, had beautiful conversations with strangers and walked foreign streets every day. I learned how to build my home in my music and my art. When I sing or write, I'm not scared anymore. I just want to mean something to someone because every person I meet means the world to me and I just wish to belong. I just wish to be me and be loved for that. I believe that if you want something bad enough, you can always find a way to get it. I love challenges because I'm here to prove myself and other people wrong.

     

    I still don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way, and I'm giving my life to this journey.  My life is this journey.

    I wanted to turn my life into art, my very existence into a poem.

    It might not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful. 

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