It never used to bother me that the purpose of life hid somewhere over the rainbow. I took pleasure in the search for it. Lately what was a happy search has turned into a battle without weapons, a boat ride…
Category: Quasi-philosophy
Not quite philosophy, not quite anything else. Simply deeper thoughts for those deeper moments.
Geronimo!
There are some moments that if you have not experienced them you have not yet truly lived. One of them can, with a bit of imagination, be described roughly as follows: Minding your own business you stand on the…
Carpe f***ing diem
(Written months, months and … years? ago…) Quite a while ago, while browsing the ridiculously overpriced shop at Stockholm’s modern museum, I stumbled upon one of the best book titles possibly ever. The cover homed three simple words: Carpe…
On the shortness of life
Beneath me stood 200 meters of precipitous mountain wall. My hands burnt as they, for dear life, held on to metal-wires and bits and pieces of the rock. My toes rested aggressively on a few centimetres of something in between a slippery edge…
Chasing Cunégonda
What is it that keeps us going? To draw breath one more time, to rise one more time, to walk one more mile, to fight one more battle, to love one more time, to pick up the pieces one more…
Closet racism
Being ‘elsewhere’ rather often I have the privilege to meet people from all over the world on a regular basis. Despite enjoying this immensely, I immediately categorise these people into two different categories; nice people and racist jerks. Occasionally I…