Work lunacy
After closing my laptop, working like mad I go down to the basement of our empty office building, change my clothes and jump on my bicycle, at home I only […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
The last library on earth
The Babel library was vast and once it had been filled with scholars, students and discourse. In the past the words had worth and their voices echoed still between the […]
In the ruins of the last library
Afterwards when all went silent; after words turned ash, the last remaining pillar fell and mortar crumbled into dust, the aged librarian mumbled verses from his dying books turned skyward, […]
The tip of the iceberg
“A big part of growing up is learning to forgive. M. Scott Peck” To shed the blame and be free of its burden; to accept and forgive, is almost as […]
Dreams are not enough
When darkness tiptoes gently — hiding from the brightness of a drowsy moon. Open up your lips and sip the night from skin and flesh; let night be pillow; drown […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 