Small adventures
Let every day be another small adventure, let there be the slightest obstacle to overcome. It’s like going uphill on the bicycle and knowing that after going uphill follows thrills […]
Category Archives: dVerse
Peeing at night
I remember many years ago I had to pee at night and got lost inside the house. I stumbled breaking toenails on unexpected chairs while searching for the door. It’s […]
Vistor in worsted wool
At times the ghost of past mistakes comes late at night to visit; he whispers to remind me: about the paths I should have chosen; about the things I’ve said […]
Computers crunching
Computers crunching; we’re databased to tables; calculated into ads and objects. We’re numbered, measured; treasured only by our worth. You and me are matched and watched by coded clouds. Can […]
She stills her cravings
Fullmooned headstones cast their shadows on the leaves of seasons dying. Eyes are silvered by the trembling moon; With marble fists she’s not crying. Across abandoned graveyard — footfalls; strides […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 