A message to crumpets everywhere

This evening, chowing down on a piece of microwaved flatbread soaked in a oily lake of butter, I thought to myself, this tastes a lot like a crumpet. This made me quite happy at first and then suddenly suspicious. And that’s when I realised: Are crumpets only nice because they have been designed to contain

The noise that polluted the river

This morning at 8am my neighbours had their front drive ripped out. Meanwhile I was deep in dreaming that I was by a river. The image was quite a romantic one of a picturesque river meandering through field surrounded by vegetation. But it was strange because it sounded like a much wider, fast moving river

Fibonacci’s Breakfast

Every morning when she finishes her bowl of muesli, she pours herself another bowl but this time half the size of the previous portion. Like this she continues, bowl after bowl, gradually halving in size until she is down to just a few grains of oats. Once she has made herself a portion that is

The sofa that ate Berlin

In a dusty neon lit bar that hangs precariously above a busy Berlin overpass, two friends find themselves in a raging discussion about performance after having watched the Triangle of Sadness. It was the same bar they had been to for pre-movie drinks and they had both agreed that they wouldn’t be coming back yet

Force of Nature

Written during FIBER Weatherscapes Lab with the intent of developing performative ways of convening with the weather, inspired by Astrid Neimanis methodology of Weather Writing. “Close your eyes  Every human made sound you hear is a weather  Every natural sound is human made  Write a love letter to this weather, romanticize it aggressively  Don’t be

Liminal states; a list in progress

The cost of Nature

I was sitting in my grandads living room when the tv spontaneously came on when someone switched on an extension cable. The image that landed on the screen was a stock photo view of a pristine snow-topped mountain lake like the one above. I gazed at it longingly. In a state of searching in my

Perpetual

Our next door neighbour spends all his time mowing his giant lawn. By the time he has mowed all the way around his small hill, on which his house is built on top of, the other side of the lawn has started growing back and it’s about time to mow that side again. And so

My Petrochemical Romance; the meditation

“Close you eyes and place both your palms on something flat and solid. The floor, a table, your chair. This will be your anchor point. Your touch is light, yet know you held solidly by this one point of contact as the world around you begins to change.  The air around you is starting to

Songs for Moles; Preface

My mother has been on a one woman conquest to rid our garden, nestled conveniently inside a nature reserve in the Danish countryside, of moles. Every time we pull up the drive, I see her eyes fiercely scanning the lawn for mole holes, left eye twitching slightly, sniffing out the critters with a honed and