How To Live Happily On Mars

A survival guide to an unknown world

An ode to imagination

A story of the collaborative strategy for the new primary school in Tomelilla, Sweden, based on Doughnut Economics. Time is interesting. It’s now been just over a year since I handed in the proposal for a strategy for the new school in Tomelilla. I had by then, been working

An ode to imagination
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Reconstruct

Reconstruct

Society and humans. Such an interesting moving machine, constantly changing and morphing into something new and not known. This machine has been transforming at different speeds throughout history. There have been different demands and different flows caused by natural trembles or forced shifts. But what happens to our ideas when

If

If

The vulnerable dreams of hope If I could protect my children with words. Then I would put a protective membrane of the most beautiful phrases around their tiny bodies every morning. A transparent film so sparkling and tender, that fluttered in the wind and reflected the sun. A cover just

Stuck

Stuck

Thoughts on not being where you want to be. Decisions we take today shape our future. The routes I chose to follow over a decade ago are firmly determining how I live today. Even though I try to steer and parry I’m far from free to follow my heart

To not fail

To not fail

Create your own purpose Throughout my entire life people have tried to guide and shape me into something that felt familiar and that they could understand. For their own sake they wanted me to fit in so that they could love and support me, so that they could be close

29 letters

29 letters

A short thought about communication and letters. Recently I’ve spent quite some time reading about the origin of language, speech and the alphabet. In Swedish we have 29 letters and with those few symbols and sounds we are supposed to be able to communicate our extremely intricate inner universes

Capricciosa

Capricciosa

A short story about a lonesome. A sign illuminated only half the street in the gray haze. The air was like a heavy slush, exhaust gas mixed with the ridiculously low rain that was barely noticeable but still made everyone soaking wet. She was heading for a pizza place, far

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