An empty glass brimming with potential through its absence of water. Your thirst has built up because you haven’t had anything in a while. You can’t wait to experience it again, the past has taught you that it will be satisfying. You pour into it, gleefully anticipating taking a sip. The water seems possessed of…

You come to realize that the people who’ve known you the longest, your own parents, actually don’t know you, but know of you. That the people you’ve interacted with the most in life don’t make any effort in getting to know you. They take no interest in you, and if you share you get empty…

You get to a point in your thirties where you realize that nothing and no one waits around for you, time isn’t easing up, that you’re just a drop in the ocean. You’re not going against the stream, the stream is simply an illusion of motion. You’re standing completely still, a notification buzzing on your…

Jeg føler meg annerledes, som om ting falt på plass på en nokså mystisk måte. Denne bloggen var og er i all hovedsak ment som en slags “brain dump”, men jeg har ikke vært like inspirert eller motivert til å skrive som jeg var tidligere. Objektivt sett har veldig lite endra seg, livet ligner på…

Jeg ser han i min hverdag, bevege seg rundt hemningsløst, uten ettertanke, fullstendig i kontroll over egen kropp. Jeg ser ned og finner tydelige spor etter han i synlige årer på hendene, årer som sprengende slanger fylt av en gift han ikke merker, men som jeg svømmer i under hans overflate. Den livnærer han, men…

It’s an absurdity, looking back across the years realizing how much I’ve missed out on, realizing I’ve harbored a child for countless years. Understanding just how many decades of love I’ve already committed to a child I refuse to look in the eyes, knowing they’ll never see me for who I am. I’ve paid child…