On procrastination, ice cream and LinkedIn Yesterday I sat at one of the cafés on the main pedestrian street in the centre of Aalborg. It is a board game café with which I’ve developed a love-hate relationship – loving the coffee, hating the 45 Danish kroner per person price for playing board games. Until coming […]
Adriatic sea below me, still like ice,Scattered islands, thrown like a dice.Sea is coloured metal, and so is the sky;There is no horizon to separate you and I.Islands, rocks, bays, bays, and bays,Lie under a thin layer of clouds – whipped cream frozen in time.I see Venice below, and below is now far. *
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I paint great things in the sky; An airplane flying high, or A seagull and his red eye. In the distance – white clouds passing by, Lining up like a good rhyme. Above – anchor-shaped white trails Painted by planes waving goodbye, To some lands left behind And their antheap harbours, embarking into the
Several worlds exist for me in this city. I will describe a few of them: The room It is some kind of time limbo and a retreat where I can rest from other worlds. Recently, I’ve been doing most of my work (a word I proudly use as an umbrella for studying or writing) in
An extraterrestrial land stretches a few kilometres along the west coast of Denmark, just an hour’s drive from Aalborg. Rubjerg Knude, a sight known for its desert-like terrain, is an unexpected visual surprise this far north of the equator. Amid the hundred-metre-tall sand dunes, a lighthouse appears—shrouded in a story of its own, a story
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In the streets Istanbul, the city of 15 million people and numerous names, keeps in the corners of its century-old houses and streets infinite untold stories. It is unfathomable to think how many lives must have been lived in a city of such magnitude. However, underneath the footsteps of these human lives, yet another world
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About an hour’s drive west from Aalborg stands Bulbjerg Knude, the only cliff in the whole of the Jutland Peninsula. The road from Aalborg roughly follows the fjord that cuts through Jutland, separating Northern Jutland as an island. The presence of saltwater transforms the landscape into a hybrid of farmlands and seaside towns, and the
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It is 21.05h. The BlueTwo kitchen is quiet, yet it is the quiet before the storm. The Kitchen has been arranged and decorated by its inhabitants, prepared for the expected invasion. In search of natural resources, such as forks, plates and other valuables, the pack left to roam the jungle, invade and conquer other habitats.
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It sometimes seems like an impossible task to calm down the thoughts. I start meditating, but then I realise that I’m just thinking, entertaining myself with different scenarios and possibilities. I guess that’s not bad either, but it’s quite the opposite of what I should be doing. What about that paradox that we can’t meditate,
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I boarded the train to Frederikshavn this morning at 11.14. It rolled gradually across the railway towards the very top of Denmark, and I disembarked in the port from which fery lines operate across the Kategat sea. The ferry was visible from a far, a white ship with blue and red letters of Stena Line
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