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26. September 2022

done or broken

orphaned before birth set the tone for a fractured respect done good in a system broken to societal interventions

25. May 2022

Signs of Change Stockholm

If you choose to fail us, we will never forgive you.

18. July 2020


State officials identified the suppression of hugs as a long term health hazard. Therefore various institutions issued instruction manuals for the creation of Hug-Airbags. In instances of running towards each other spreading arms, winglike ready to embrace, the hug airbag inflates allowing for a safe encounter.

20. February 2020


Saliva starts to form a big gulp in your throat. Thick lines flickering in front of your eyes. Pupils are following the white and dark spaces formulating comprehension. Like a perfect rhythm hammering inside of your forehead, the combination of space and line start creating sense in the cracks of your temporal lobes. Words are passing through the body like rain sinking into the sun-dried soil. Unfolding sensations keep dripping onto surface. Your wrist starts hurting, ink running low, sweat down forehead while the words start pouring out of every corner like rats leaving a sinking ship. Maddening capriciousness. 

12. May 2019

Architecture in Effect

A labyrinth of lines in cryptic plans, a secret language of its own. Tiny models, fake trees and people dependent on skilled minds to imagine walls overgrown by shrubs of rules and regulations. Seemingly impossible to overcome. And then 39 letters. Thirty-nine letters to help make all the difference — the start of a quest.

13. May 2016

Elevator Pitch

‘In outer space, you develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, International politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, “ LOOK AT THAT, YOU SON OF A BITCH”.’ Astronaut Edgar Mitchell famously stated.

Sounds fair – we thought. And did it.

15. February 2016

Future Fortunes

On this Wednesday in the darkness of Nordic winters, the small green kiosk at Mosebacke is defying the ice-cold winds. From a safe distance, you see a red glow decent from shaded windows and the cracks in the dark green building. Candles and Cats with golden pows appear on the cold metal bar arrangement. “Maybe Chinese food” the lady mumbles and tightens her scarf struggling onward against the storm missing out on the opportunity of her lifetime.

21. June 2015

Daughters of Chaos

Have you ever heard the sound of an egg rolling over a concrete floor? No, I haven’t. It is bouncing off another egg with a “crrrrrkk” that tells the tale of a calcium carbonate shell on calcium carbonate shell, a semipermeable membrane with two soft masses inside causing friction and momentum. Too complicated. An attempt to dispose of energy that otherwise would cause destruction. Shit. Then finally coming to a stop in a whole pile of salt, not to forget the butter in the crack. You clean up. Can you imagine this excellent sound? Listening.

28. January 2015

World Problem Solving

15:43 – Jan 14. The shabby corner pub. The skinny pale lady in her 40ties is embarking on the challenge of eating a towering burger accompanied by a mountain of french fries – while the sharks yell into my ears “and the skinny people want what the fat people have”.

26. November 2014

Science Fiction

“Don’t forget to lie” he whispered watching her pencilling her name and occupation in capital letters on the conference tag. 

14. October 2014

On Straight Lines

“Oh, that’s helpful – a leaflet”. Issued to sit in her seat pocket together with the safety instructions of the Boeing 757 bound to Monrovia, the capital of Liberia. Two “how-not-to-die-manuals”, both equally useful. 

10. May 2014

Seriously, of lies, fakes, feats & mirages

Enough of “No you can’t,” or “You shouldn’t” and  “maybe tomorrow.” Seriously? Of people saying “Maybe that’s good enough” leaving potential on the doorstep to die alone. Seriously?! I was done with “it’s ok” – this evil mistress of indifference. Sometimes anything is better than nothing. Seriously! Anything to ease the pain, to get started, even to be wrong that can be rightened – anything really. Doesn’t have to be real. Maybe just fake it – nobody will notice. Seriously.

The Fakery

“Who are you today?” The space blanket is sizzling, distorting the mirrored surfaces of its surrounding. “Name, Surname, Desired Occupation”. It’s simple really.

I looked up from my desk as an old wrinkled hand passes on an order form. She is famous, they say. Big career in fashion, Paris, New York. Her ‘Desired Occupation: Baker’. After pick up she slowly takes some steps towards the door looking down at the small paper square in her hand. “If I had the guts to start all over – this would be it” she whispers.

15. December 2013

Memory Cloud Apparatus

The compound is alive and lush with green growth. The building also seems to be breathing. Passing through the entrance feels like squeezing through an invisible membrane. Once through a great light filters in from the outside that seems almost brighter than natural, and you are overcome with a deep sense of calm. Electric vibrations begin to pass through your body, not as an explicit physical sensation but more as if having been plugged into a frequency that is emitting a deep energy into the pit of your belly. You take another deep breath, the surroundings exhale with you. A soothing voice from behind a reception terminal indicates for you and your companion to take a seat. One of the care staff will be with you shortly.  You can tell that your companion is tense, but looking at them you get the feeling that they are grateful for your presence, even if they haven’t been so explicit about it. Given the nature of the facility, it is easy to understand why it is so difficult to foster any pleasant feelings at all.

6. April 2013

Museum without Walls

There would be marble sinks in the bathroom and brass coat hangers. The white painted staircases are slightly asymmetric while the handrails would be very soothing sliding down with your finger on their rim. There would be smooth oak countertops at the entrance. It would smell very new while your footsteps would echo through the generous spaces. The grey concrete walls and wooden details yell Scandinavian design at the top of their lungs. Another day another Chipperfield. If it wasn’t for the building permit…

15. March 2013

Gone with the wind

The itching sensation in his fingertips didn’t go away. He held his breath and got so close – the slightly too long nail on his middle finger was almost touching the surface. A drop of sweat broke on his forehead and slowly rolled down between his eyebrows balancing on the tip of his nose. What happens if you do the exact opposite of everything you’ve been told? “I’m too old for this – I should probably go,” he thought. And there he gave up. Shift, touch, shiver, gone. Better.

19. May 2009

Ach Du liebe Zeit

Right in front of you behind your back. When Hollywood stars you knew just retired or died and the ones taking Oscars home were born in the late 90s. The time when the songs you love are called “Indie classics” on a Spotify playlist. A time when you give up on six-bed dorms and decide from now on its maximum 4 beds for adventures. There is this moment when you realise some years may have past. That’s ageing. Right in front of you behind your back.

7. August 2008


What have you done in the past three to five days? Would you do the same if it was set to be your last? Or would you enter into the state of collective misery, tapping into new and forgotten sadness crying imaginary tears? Would you think about the people you loved and not kissed, the imaginary saliva not exchanged, the ones you haven’t married, the ones you left without a word? Or finally, dare to piss imaginary pee into an empty pool because nobody cares anymore? Would you walk your imaginary dog openly, shout “Otis” into the cauldron of the world and give him an imaginary pot of water? Three to five – not much you think. With water gone – Three to five is precisely what you get.

7. February 2007


Musa winced. She did not mean to be in charge. It was so much easier when all she had to think of is reproduction and growth. Very few choices. That’s what they told, that’s what they taught. Growing importance was never her thing. Till today.