How do you know that you are over someone? It’s hard to tell. All I know is that today I looked at that map in the office and, for the first time, didn’t look away. And, after years of avoiding it, I finally saw it there: Uzbekistan. The sole mention of the word used to…
Read moreSun. It’s in days like this that I miss the freedom of the independent workers’ life. Pantless. Jobless. Pennyless. But happy. (Somewhat happy.) The grass is always greener on the other side, innit? Whether it’s the neighbor’s or simply outside. Greener under the sun of a shiny sunny day. Lost in some past summer day….
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Summer of 1990. I was a little 7-year old wanker who couldn’t learn how to properly tie his motherfucking shoes, like all the other kids. Until, on a particularly hot day, I got down on my knees and thought the childish equivalent of “fuck this shit,” to then proceed to invent my own signature shoelace…
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I laughed my ass off. Completely wet, sitting on a puddle of rainwater, trapped under my bike. I had just fallen, after slipping in a curve on the stupid fucking bridge that goes from Nyhavn towards Papirøen. A passerby who saw me fall came to me. “Are you ok, man?” he asked me. I kept…
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The conflict continues, and that’s great in a way. I am quite certain that my life is a novel waiting to be written, and that each of the strange and intense experiences I’m living now will become hundreds of pages in an unclear future. But the present is simply hard to cope with. What the…
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