there's more to life than books, you know, but not much more.
i decree today that life is simply taking and not giving...

saying that i do not really like talking about myself is already more than i feel i should be saying.
so it's ok for anyone to wonder what i am doing here...

reading books, watching films, playing music, listening to music, writing, cooking, drinking, working (as little as possible), enjoying wilderness, daydreaming my life away

playing guitar (and violin), cooking vegan meals, picking mushrooms and berries, occasionally repairing stuff

that i am a little weird and not really social... and sometimes funny

that would be a looong list
several examples:
writers: thomas de quincey, s.t. coleridge, sören kierkegaard, nathaniel hawthorne, oscar wilde, arne garborg, august strindberg, knut hamsun, otokar brezina, selma lagerlöf, edith södergran, karin boye, stig dagerman, elfride jelinek, sonja åkesson, kristina lugn, jan skacel, p.o. enquist, torgny lindgren, erlend loe, chuck palahniuk, milos urban

music: antonio vivaldi, sergei rachmaninoff, elliott smith, the smiths, the knife, fugazi, at the drive-in, refused, lvmen, nicolai dunger, tar... feathers, xiu xiu, amanda woodward, raein

films: david lynch, andrei tarkovsky, ingmar bergman, lars von trier, peter greenaway, todd solondz, dario argento

a book
a book
a book
a book
a book
and.... my guitar

why the world is so messed up
does the body rule the mind or does the mind rule the body ?
all day i dream about sex

at home, doing most of the stuff mentioned above

i like older women

you are wondering...