fredag den 23. marts 2018


I want to lead you to a clearing in the woods, and light a fire made of stuff outside of History with fireflies and jumping sparks and smoke that smells of pine. I want to dance together in a broken circle, more than memories, becoming moment, glee, and sounds in fleshy forms.

I want to be alone.

I want champagne.


We walked into the cold sauna together, and the elevator makes sounds, a sort of low humn, as it carries us through the belly of the building, and you often taste like smoke and sugar, too much; I remember how high you'd drive me, surrounded by stars, I've tried nothing else like it. You were the only one alive in a room filled with the dead, they were dancing, I was so deep inside you.

It's funny how I finally really like myself while you are hating me. Little mice running for their lives, running from the Master. I cannot do it. I cannot do it. I cannot do it. I did it. I was free. I was my own night sky. Wearing white roses in my hair, and how much I am needed. It's as the prophesies foretold. Remember?

Running water and the sound is always somewhere in the background.

Le olam. The whole world is possessed. 

tirsdag den 20. marts 2018

I have been so loved the last 10 days that if I am never loved again, it would almost seem reasonable.

torsdag den 8. marts 2018

Let the record show

The first months of 2018 was a time when life almost fell into place, and all that was good was just within reach. Slippery promises of okay, soon to be lost. 

torsdag den 1. marts 2018

"her heart felt bruised so that all manner of little things hurt her."
                                                              - Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness.

mandag den 15. januar 2018

writing: LV

"God knows you've tried, but you can't let go of what you used to have. From the people to the little comforts that made your everyday aboveground pleasant and so easy compared to this. You don't feel there is anything wrong with clinging to those memories although some people certainly like to blame you for it. You just want to see the sun again! Humanity wasn't made to live in the dark!"

"As a servant of the morrow, you do not let yourself be chained in grief and inaction because of things that happened in the past. Instead you work hard and with determination to improve the future for your community and for those you love. This drives your research, where you are meticulous and calculating, yet daring in your theories that usually go further than those of your colleagues. You strongly believe scientific discoveries will be instrumental in leading the way forward for humanity, and as such, one must have the courage to go where the evidence points."

"You don't believe in nourishing dangerous fictions with empty promises that everything will be okay, and you don't have a whole lot of fucks to give about ancient emotional hang-ups that keep people from doing their part. You aren't here to make sure everyone feels "nice", you're here to make sure the barely functioning machine that is the budding society of Thermopylae is well-oiled and that all the parts are running at maximum effort. So when someone from SURFOP is freaking out, putting their team in danger  by making shoddy, emotionally charged decisions out of fear or anger or whatever, you are the one who're sent in to teach them to calm the fuck down." 

torsdag den 4. januar 2018

Life hacks #2

Do you also find social media tiresome and emotionally exhausting? Scroll through the feeds just before bedtime to convince your body to give in quicker to the near-death-experience that is sleep.

Lonely? Aquire a radio. The incessantly blabbering voices will trick your mind into thinking you have company, and you help prolong the unnatural lifespan of an outdated, but culturally significant medium of mass communication.

a well-made blazer will make any outfit look professional.

Rethink your anxiety attacks. Anxiety embraces are ice cold, adrenaline-filled hugs. At least something is touching you, even if it is just your own ultimate failure to function. It's been so long.

Are your current worries eating you up? New, more time-sensitive worries make for the perfect distraction!

for an added spicy touch and to escape the sense that every movement you make is just a part of the repition of an endless pattern of pointless biology, whenever you make love, imagine that the sun is burning out and that the destruction of all life as we know it has begun with the crackling opening of the skies and the screams of fleeing masses running through the city about to be swallowed by the earth. Feel free to share this fantasy with your partner. Secretly, we all want to be chosen last - it's the perfect non-committal romance for the post-obligational society.

Life hacks #1

onsdag den 3. januar 2018

"Blinking brings memories of your wide-open eyes and fear now has the form of your frown."

Darkened, double-eyed, skin against skin, and the faint, postponed breaths of the starving still drawing life. Lay me in water. 

søndag den 31. december 2017

They've gone up into the mountains and built a city that stretches into the clouds. Any stranger who begins the climb will be shot before they get very far. But then we get the news that their leader has been killed. It's very cold, and they must be starving, the old people and the children huddled up in blankets up there. We invade. We bring the future. The future is for the women and those that do good. So we kill them when we find them, men of the past and old women so weathered by hardships they've forgotten how to be soft. Only those who can argue well that they have a place in the kingdoms of tomorrow are left alive and allowed to leave over the ocean.

We judge them worthy by their arguments, and let the Northern Wind live, as he declares himself shaped by Modernity, a figure of speech as much as an old force of nature. It would turn out to be a mistake, of course.