Month: April 2018

Dripping from a dead dog’s eye

some days, more than I would like, I wake up and think of Jude. I feel the pain, but can’t take the sad song and make it better. I am too quick to anger. I am too busy, parrying bullets of anxiousness, like Skywalker with his saber of light. you cannot reach me, though I […]


Midnight wandering

Originally posted on Isabelle´s thoughts:
When I entered “Kaffekoppen” (The coffee cup), a vintage cafe located in Stockholm’s Old Town, it was crowded. The waitress said if I didn’t mind going down stairs, there were plenty of seats available there. Of course I did not mind. Walking down the narrow spiral staircase, I reached…