The first time I saw her was long before we spent any time together and also that was way before we became friends. While it’s sad to initiate a presentation with visual attributes, her beauty was the first inescapable thing…
Category: Me time
Hitting not quite The Rock’s bottom
(Published at a later date than it was written.) Today a bird shat on me. The yellow goo smeared itself out of nowhere all over my arm as though a reassuring pat from the universe telling me it will all…
Breaking the fourth wall
When I was younger, I used to think I had all the answers. Now I feel like don’t even know the question – if there even is one. Very “Hitchhiker” of me. I guess I’ve always had a bit of…
Lucid dreaming
(Drawing from 2011) It was something I started when I was a kid. Long before I knew anything about lucid dreaming or the mechanics of consciousness. It was the innocent curiosity of a kid wanting to know for how long…
… depuis toujours… dans tes rêves
To the tunes of my teens, I’m walking the streets of a town I know like the back of my pocket. It was here I was a child. It was here I became an adult. It is the place of…
Right swipe left things feeling rather wrong: Recalling my one and only Tinder experience
“Too crazy for me, I guess,” was his last text and while I was tempted to answer “oh boy, you have no idea, mohaha” I didn’t bother to reply and just like that my one and only Tinder experience turned…
Enjoying a moment
Mt Everest is 8,848 m high, the Mariana trench is 10,994 m deep. Does that mean that our frame of reference is higher than it is low? Or is the depths by which we can sink simply lower than the heights by…
Four walls and a window to the soul
Grey clouds hangs heavy over a Stockholm that is buzzing not out of excitement, but out of necessity. For those that hurriedly head between the metro to the store to back home again, the wind tucks in hair and open…
Prototypes and Archetypes: what does it mean to have a type?
Earlier today I was having a video chat with Daffodil and out of nowhere she tells me she is looking forward to meet my “guy”. Not having one, she is referring to any future lover and telling me he must…
Mufasa fell to his death: thoughts on pain and sorrow
It is entirely by accident that my bench in the sun is situated at an animal graveyard. But it provides a sort of appropriate absurdity that it is in between the beloved remains of what once were parakeets and kittens…