Dreaming of summer
Late November. The weather seems to have sucked the color out of everything. I’m living among shades of grey. But I dream in color. I…
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Tracks to nowhere
The train won’t be on time. It won’t arrive ever again. Its ghost is chasing through the woods. The vegetation is slowly taken over. I’m…
Stories that leave you cheated
Three elements that set good writing apart — and how they are all rooted in honesty. Neil Gaiman says in his Masterclass course that a story is…
The toxic stories we tell ourselves
We live within stories. It matters what those stories are. They can make or break us. And they can be changed. Take a moment and remember…
6 am
I am walking through a patch of wilderness that opens towards the North Sea. I want to get to the seashore before sunrise. The horizon…
Alone in a room
As parts of the world are going into a new period of isolation to fight the pandemic, I look at how life has changed and…
