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November 17th, 2018 Comments off

Reminiscing that’s all…

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More Words

October 21st, 2018 Comments off

Somliga saker kan vi bestämma över, andra inte.

Vi bestämmer över våra åsikter och vår inställning, vårt begär och vår motvilja – med andra ord allt sådant som vi gör själva.

Men kroppen bestämmer vi inte över, inte våra ägodelear heller, vårt anseende och vår ställning – kort sagt sådant som vi inte gör själva.

Det vi bestämmer över är till sin natur fritt, okuvat, obundet, medan det vi inte bestämmer över är svagt, fängslat och hämmat.

Det är inte vårt.

Handbok i livets konst, Epiktetos
ISBN 9177421779
Orginalets titel: Eγχειρίδιο [Encheiridion], “Handbok”
Copyright © Bakhåll 2000
Översättning Anders Håkansson
Tryck Novapress, Lund, 2000

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Warm I

May 16th, 2018 Comments off

Twentysix (26) centigrade.

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Cold VI

April 30th, 2018 Comments off

9 (nine) centigrade.

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Cold IV

April 7th, 2018 Comments off

5 (five) centigrade.

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Cold III

April 7th, 2018 Comments off

0 (zero) centigrade.

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Cold II

March 27th, 2018 Comments off

The snow is gone (for now) and the sun is shining. It is still freezing cold.

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Cold I

February 28th, 2018 Comments off

That is approx. 24 hrs worth of snow on my balcony rail. 100.00mm/3.93″ (and still falling).

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Rules?

December 5th, 2017 Comments off

I sent my little one to pick up a package that belonged to him.

With my ID and his ID. He was refused and he came back deeply disappointed and angry. And I made him disappointed?

And you all say that you have his best interest in mind? Right? Are you really sure about that?

Are you honestly concerned about the little one? That would be my son? I don’t think that I believe you.

You don’t care about my little one. I mean you don’t even know him, in all honesty you don’t really know my son.

You are in fact not interested in my little one at all. You simply don’t like me. That is OK.

You don’t have to like me. And I actually may not like you either. But we are all adults right?

My son does not have anything to do with all of that. I know who you are and I know what you have done to us. I will not forget what you have done to us. Ever.

I did return and I picked up the parcel with the very same ID?

I did not even need to use my little sister’s testament, ensuring that I am in fact the individual that I am.

Do you not understand how undermining it is to the overall trust in the system? Or do you even care?

My little one was devastated when he came home and had failed? Can you not understand that? It was the same ID? Do you even care?

So, why is your ID invalid? Or what the hell is wrong with you? Now that is a fair question. I did not know. I did not care and I’m sorting it tomorrow.

With the police. I don’t like the police. Little sis, will have to say, that I am who I am. That’ll be interesting.

Did get the package.

Please! Don’t break the belief of the young! Just don’t do that. They need to believe (everyone needs to).

Flux. I just hate it!

Picture: Jump! A warm and funny, funny day with the little boys down by the river! We started out slowly…

 

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So Speaks…

December 2nd, 2017 Comments off

“My journey is ended! This planet shall sustain me until it has been drained of all elemental life!”

“SO SPEAKS GALACTUS!”

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