In the air, the smell of orange zest, cedarwood and cashews forms out of nothing but my own appetite. It’s not a real smell. It’s not an escaped soul of some combination of ingredients I have spread out in front…
No man is an island
Yesterday I was on my second ever Tinder date. My date this time was a married woman (no one’s perfect! 😉) and since there was no romantic potential in this encounter I’d say this date went significantly better than my…
A stranger arrived in Bremen, a stranger remains.
It is both the strength and the weakness of the written word that it exists in all times succedent when the thoughts that produced the text exists only in that one moment. It is the sickly sweet smell of marijuana…
Marie Kondo-ing my way into radical gratitude
Some years ago the hottest thing on Netflix was Tidying up with Marie Kondo. For those who missed this beauty, it was a cleaning show in which this superhuman bordering on alienesque woman visited people’s places and told them how…
A drop in the ocean, a straw of grass on a field
There are eight billion people on this planet. Each one struggles with life’s hardships, with connection, with purpose, with survival. Throughout the years of my life, I’ve asked myself what makes me unique, what gives me purpose, what excuses my…
Death Inc.
[[Author’s warning: This story contain a pretty dark sense of humour that may not appeal to everyone.]] Blinding light… Excruciating pain… Silent darkness… Illuminating hope… A buff man… …? __ “Ah! Man… I’ll never get used to how you guys…
A boat lost at sea
When I was eight I wrote a story of an anthropomorphic boat that travelled around the world’s waters. As it visited place after place, it grew increasingly lonely and started to look for another boat to keep it company. But…
Marrying the wrong person
On YouTube, I’ve had a reoccurring recommendation. It has the title: Why you will end up marrying the wrong person. It’s a quasi-philosophical talk by someone somewhat important that I care nought for, but each time I see it under…
Kryptonite-me this!
Despite a love for dark mint chocolate, I have always preferred my men nougaty. Perhaps surprising then that my all-time favourite superhero is Superman. It might seem like a cliché, that the “don’t-blast-me-with-kryptonite-perfection” that is Superman would the obvious choice…
So long, and thanks for all the fish
A loud bang on the bedroom door shocks me into a state of hyper-awokness. Like any millennial, my first instinct is to check my phone. Lying next to me in bed it is the closest thing to a lover and…