Surviving hygge
It took four years of sweat, blood and tears. It took a toll. And it took a fuck-load of strength and resilience I didn’t know I had, until I found myself...
Category: Surviving hygge
Dry September
“I’m terrified of women now,” I said, looking down into my half-empty glass of lukewarm water. Somewhat embarrassed. Mainly sad. “I see,” my therapist said, aft...
Pasar Agosto
“Wow, she’s hot!” my new lesbian colleague said when I showed her a picture of C. “I know,” I replied. Gulped some more beer, looked out the window. It was a ra...
23:36
Skies are raging tonight. There’s a thunderstorm; outside on the streets of Copenhagen and within me. Loud rain, loud pain. We couldn’t make it past this mornin...
Rage
I don’t give a fuck. I mean, I don’t just give one, meaningless fuck. I give many, way too many fucks. It feels me with anger and frustration. All I see are the...