Lately life seems exactly like this picture. We're on a road driving us to the unknown. the path isn't mapped. There are no GPS for this. All the control we used to have over our lives is gone. At any day, things can change. Doesn't really matter the speed you're going, the turns you take. … Continue reading Roads to nowhere
With this situation, most of us have felt for the first time what it is to have our freedom taken away. I've been lucky enough that I didn't have to live during war times or under a dictatorship. Born and raised in democratic countries, educated to believe in freedom of movement within Europe, spoiled with … Continue reading Constants
I had forgotten how Spring was in Portugal. They have a saying here that would quite literally translate into April, a thousand waters. Which sounds quite odd, but it means to say that it rains a lot in April. And that was exactly how this April was. So Mr. Spring has a borderline personality disorder. … Continue reading Mr. Spring, the painter – part II
How is everyone's sanity holding up?I keep thinking this is a test to my own. How much more can I take, before breaking down. How strong am I really. Is this the ultimate test to natural selection? The modern natural selection. I have been going on walks in the place I was raised and growing … Continue reading Mr. Spring, the painter
First time in a few years I won't be travelling this Easter. I was supposed to be hiking in Norway at this moment, breathing the air of the fjords, feeling small in comparison to Nature. This Easter I'm in Portugal, staying at home. It is our duty. It's not supposed to be easy. It certainly … Continue reading A different Easter
The Winged Bone 