His books are mirrorsand therefore in the voidbetweeneach volume juxtaposedthe space is infinite; he calls his librarythe universewhere everything (and everyone)but time prevailunchanged,while in the world outsideseason follows seasonand nothing […]
Sentenced after false confessionskidnapped into custody,deprived of citizenship, being forcedupon himself the burdenof a country, he’s denounced,being forced to carry on his backthe crimes of others. Once he published booksfrom […]
Mirror me from moonless twilight,from convicted waters dulledby sullen duskburied beneath waterlogged bracken- Dye me from hesitant windswrithing between forgottenheadstones of a countryside graveyard. Build my flesh from peat,and I […]
This time of yearwe see them pairing upelaborately dancing, bowingup and down,circling round and roundand water mirroredamong the reeds, they will builda flimsy nest,barely over water settingtheir offspring upfor drowning,but […]
If you seek adventuredon’t let yourself be trappedin what is shown on maps.you’ll never meet a strangerin what’s known, presented.No, my friend, you must leavewhat’s drawn, known, perceivedas safe; your […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 