My memory feels worse than it used to be. Distant days are hazier or entirely gone. Somehow, I had vague impressions of events dated to my toddler years, the period from which they say you can’t recall anything.
I remember holding a Roman candle as the fireworks flew. My mother…
“Look, it’s the Party Mountain!”
On TV it’s showing a story about young adults experiencing burnout in Sweden, and an interview was filmed on top of the Party Mountain.
Apparent, it’s a kind of epidemic in Sweden these days. There is something that stands out about this phenomenon of “burnout”…
I love the new place. It has four rooms, an amazing view over the city and it’s easy to walk to work on foot without getting lost. My mother’s house in Helsinki is twice bigger but it isn’t the same. It’s about ten minutes from Hornsgatan and from the ferry…
These days, I have a lot of lucid dreams.
Last night, I was in bed, and a woman in her late twenties with curly, reddish hair was around, approaching intermittently to give me playful kisses. I thought, “That’s very forward of her… This must be a dream!”
Soon we got closer and more intimate, my arms were around her waist. In dreams, the physical feeling of holding someone is quite real. I started lifting the edge of her winter pullover, in my mind perhaps a bit too presumingly.
“What are you doing?” she suddenly said.
After a confused pause, I was like: “Wait a minute, aren’t you not real?”
An intensifying moment of doubt about what is real roused me out of sleep.
Saturday night, 8:30pm. The store closes in 30 minutes and will stay closed tomorrow.
The fitness activity rings on my Apple Watch are yet to be closed. I’m on a streak this whole year, closing the rings every day — albeit sometimes through cheating, like dangling my arm back and…
A few years ago at a language-related expo, I saw a demo for a vocabulary app. It was for learning Georgian (because purportedly that was the data they had). There was a screenshot of a typical quiz:
What is the meaning of “და” (da)?
The multiple-choice options are:
Not a thing can stall or hinder
Your yearning to be free
A life unbound and fantastical
Not a trace of worry or craze
Through the dim, muted years
At times bewildered and ambivalent
The moment you glanced down
To discover a path…