The Plague laughs behind its mask, because it can wear any.
In a significant sense, I died on the night of November 19th, 2017.
When you have a hysteric personality (disorder), like I do, all the world is a stage.
Because it’s Södergran time again.
The circle of manhood is at the center of the circle of life, which is bound by death.
The ugly, The bad, The good, The list™
My translation: Edith Södergran - “Framtidens skugga” (1920)
For as long as I can remember I have been having a vision. Not always, not every night, but recurring throughout my life. The vision always appears at the crepuscular boundary between waking and sleep, when I settle down in my bed and prepare to leave the day behind.
Having recently finished Dragon Age: Inquisition — the main storyline and pretty much all of the single player sidequests, that is — some aspects of the game’s approach to hunting animals and beasts keep sticking in the back of my mind. I’ll try to disentangle them here, briefly.
A personal piece about waking dreams, mysticism, and verticality in Scandinavian theatre and videogames. I discuss Henrik Ibsen’s The Master Builder and When We Dead Awaken, next to a special level from Nifflas’ Knytt Stories.