Status: Six feet under. Memoirs: Unwritten.

If only it had worked out ...

A tear is running up to the corner of her eye Her quivering lips turn into a smile A framed photograph of someone she knew Years before but now it seems through She picks up the frame backwards in time Looks at the photograph It’s so sublime She sits at the table like she’s done before Gets up and walks in reverse to the door Backs down the stairs she’s climbed so often Thinks of nothing, there’s nothing that can soften The door opens behind her without her touching the knob Thinks of a photo...

Laziness is the new black.

Is it not the stupidity of the greater part of mankind that makes us appreciate the intelligence in the last few?

I hardly expect you to know him. Grim, that is, the creature in the forest. He is not known to many, you see, few know of his existence. Those who do seem to have forgotten. But again, he has scarcely done or said anything to make him memorable. I doubt he has done anything to earn anyone's attention. Still, I will tell you about Grim now. Yes, now seems like a good time, maybe even the perfect time, should such a time ever exist. Because even though Grim is a dejected creature, differing qui...

”When there are no more radioactive particles left, what happens then?” / [I don't know.] / ”What happens then, Anne Sofie?” / *silence* / [I suppose it's not radioactive anymore?] / ”Then it's not radioactive anymore,” says Heidi. / ”No, for there are none left.” / *The teacher looks at Anne Sofie* / ”You might be able to learn something here.” / [Super.] /

I get out, shut the door and watch the car speed off. It does not take long for the rear lights to disappear into the misty darkness ahead. The coldness surrounds me and rain drops creep through my hair. My clothes are becoming rather sticky and my shoes are getting soaked. I consider going inside, but something makes me stay put. Eventually I realize it is the car. I would rather have walked out here from the station than drive along with him for the five minutes it took to drive the two mil...

”Please. Don't think in time. It's way too depressing. Think instead in occurrences. That way it doesn't seem so trivial after all. That way you can jump happily over all those days in between that blur away in one big, cheery mass of nothingness. No, occurrences. Think in those and it will seem less insubstantial.”

... [I wish I could] ... Words (and someday a melody) by Bravnes. I wish I could trust you Look upon you like others look upon theirs I wish you would see me I wish you’d seen me back then when I needed you I wish I could talk to you Could tell you these things in person I wish I did not hide Behind this façade, which in way, you gave me I wish I could tell you the truth About how much you Hurt me back then and still do I wish I could make you see That I needed you more Than you could possibl...