Large parts of my life were defined by such uncontrollable emotional chaos and impenetrable darkness. The desperate pursuit of unreachable goals, living in the shadow of the highest of expectations, vivid imagination beyond reality, the constant search for that missing…
Category: Me time
Arma Karma Caramel
Supposedly, a mouse will rip off its own leg to break free from a trap and a frog will cook to death in a pot of water put to boil. Humans, desperate to dominate in all things, seem to do…
Slowly lowly
It creeps up on you. The uncertainty in the stability. The discomfort in the comfort. Not quite downfall, but downhill. At some point, you feel pretty good, high in spirits, on top of things. Opportunties feels like certainties. Novelty is…
As the stations swish by
I’ve probably been on hundreds of trains. Going from one destination, to another, to nowhere in particular. Some rides I remember quite clearly and it is with picture-perfect precision that I can form the people there, the train station and…
The many souls of the lonely heart
Tucked into my small frame, rest the souls of many persons. I’ve been so many versions of myself throughout my life, and surely will be many more. Different desires, different lifestyle, different references. As the piece of another soul rattles…
The moments in between
Humans are interesting creatures. As though afraid to miss out on life, we seem to miss it as it rushes past us. We rush through the metro despite the trains leaving every 3 minutes. We wait in the long lines…
Latjo Lajban Lådan – a game of similarity and belonging
All Swedes younger than 60 and older than 20, is familiar with the kids tv-show “Five ants are more than four elephants.” It was an epic show that aimed to educate kids about language and creative thinking through games and…
Remembrace
The owner of the Irish Pub presses her bought breasts hard against me in the tightest hug I’ve had in for as long as I can remember. I haven’t seen her in years and, for sure, she doesn’t remember me…
A whiter shade of white
The paint roller leaves an unmistakable wet white line over the already white wall. Feeling like I’m being attacked by my own presumptuousness, I am forced to realise that the wall was not actually white, but stained, yellowed and dirty.…
Goodbye, so soon
“…and so ends the short undistinguished career of Puzzle Pieces of Bremen” Time is a fascinating thing. No matter what you do, it keeps on ticking. And so the time I’m here in Bremen is ticking its final tocks. With…