Weatherlocked feast
One of the cabins we always try to find our way back to is the Nallo hut. It is situated in a deep valley with wonderful views when weather is […]
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Both beast and bride
There is something dark about the forests during winter here. The spruce is shadow, and paths are faint. I remember that my mother tied a bell around my neck so […]
Slave to numbers
Around my wrist I have a gadget that calculates every step I take. The stairs I climb, the hills, every heartbeat and the way I run. It plots the time […]
Waiting for a ride
I remember waiting more when I was young. I still recall the times when you couldn’t lift your cellphone five minutes past the scheduled time. When waiting meant a limbo, […]
A silent boy
I was a quiet boy who liked to draw, construct, create. Often I withdraw from my boisterous baby sister who filled the rooms with shrieks and laughter. But left alone […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 