Maybe futile
In vain we try to find our ways in everlasting gloom, we search tunnels for a breath of fresh air, we search, room to room, through corridors for the briefest […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Wisdom has left
Torn from its orbit the library vessel,untethered.is freeto seek out a worldwere wisdom is prizedmore than the weightof its ink blotted pulp. Free from gravity’s pull,the knowledge has leftin its […]
forever if not
if not the for the thawthis midwinter daywhen sun would collapseto the toll of the bells, if not for for the snowforgotten the corpseof intentions once spreadto the wind of […]
Hunt for uniqueness
Instagrammed teensIn their shoplifted gloryseek adorationdevotion and passion byfollowing othersdreaming of influenceby likeness to likesonly to be swipedsheined and discarded,tossed into samenessbelievingthat hunting renewalin exposure to networksis the same as […]
Bodycount
“The Old Year’s gone away/ To nothingness and night “:John Clare “ The Old Year” (ii) We never cheeredfor the oldno fireworks for what’sbest discardedburned to be forgottenlike my unsent […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 