In an attempt to celebrate my 100th post [photoblog.com] and being very impressionable I tried Martina's [photoblog.com] trick of dancing on the ceiling with…

The stones we threw I hear them falling, clear as glass, through the years Excerpt of Tomas Tranströmers - Stenarna (In my translation)

An dreadfully long time ago I stole 1/125 th of a second of these kids lives. Now they're grown up. I wonder if they ever have the sneaking feeling something is…

See the grey tree. The sky has run through it's fibers, into the ground - only a shrunken sky is left when the earth has drunk. Stolen space twisted into a…

After 35 bracing seconds in the temperate waters of the Baltic Sea, The Man In The Iron Mask decided spending the rest of his life in a dungeon wasn't such a…

In the middle of a dying forest where decay reads through eyeglasses of sap the protocol of the bark beetles excerpt from Tomas Tranströmers - Svenska hus…

The weeks pass Slowly, night comes. The moths alight on the window pane, small, pale telegrams from the world. Excerpt from: Tomas Tranströmer's Lamento (My…
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