Tag: In English

  • Imparting wisdom on the next generation

    Summer’s job is at an end, and I’m back off to school. I have mentioned that I have the best job, right? Some things I’ve accomplished these past few weeks: Coming home from work covered in coca cola, glitter, cocoa powder and paint. Telling kids about Lund University’s Super Secret…

  • Genderqueer as fuck

    Hang in there It will only hurt for a while Just a little bit longer Then you’ll be Legit As Fuck You will have your way And in the end they’ll all forget That there ever was another way You’ll feel at ease with the world And at peace with…

  • Writing every day

    “To rid yourself of old patterns, focus all your energy not on struggling with the old, but on building the new.” — Dan Millman (Way of the Peaceful Warrior) Good advice concerning any habit. Not doing things is way harder than doing other things instead. Right now I’m building the habit of…

  • I was a fallen angel

    A week ago I was a fallen angel. It was awesome, being part of a legion propagating chaos throughout a world of elves, orcs, dragons, swords, bards and magic. And goodness knows what else. An epic love-story was in it for me, as well, now captured into a song. There…

  • Midnight sun and snowy peaks

    What is this? Work. A sun that sets at night. A soft bed, hot bath-water, no miles to go before sleep. Reality? I don’t know. The mountains were real, and as always they made me feel so very much alive. I suppose it is good to be home, still I…

  • Till Fjälls!

    Off towards adventures! I have these mountains to investigate. Who knows what they look like underneath the snow? And under the midnight sun, nonetheless! Looking forward to a week of wilderness, and then another week of LARPing. Later, Reality! The mountains are calling And I must go Expect me when…

  • Bare feet and glass splinters

    Life goes on. Feelings abound. Down into the deepest trenches, up into and beyond the sky. All in just a few weeks’ time. Somewhere within the pain and euphoria is the thing which keeps urging me on. So I keep walking. Keep running. My feet hardly hurt at all anymore.…

  • The joy of running

    To get up before six o’clock and run in the chilly morning air. For over an hour. Before breakfast. Barefoot. This is a thing I do now. Regularly, even. Just a few years ago the very thought would have appalled me, but as it is I even find myself looking forward…