He Said “Honey, You’re Late” — And Walked Me Out of Trouble in Seoul
Intro Let me set a scene. Seoul, Yulgok-ro 3-gil, around 00:30. Summer doesn’t leave at night here—it just softens. The air still holds the day, warm and slightly sticky, wrapping…
Fun Way to Exercise? Get Lost in Venice With a Deadline
Intro Let me set a scene. Venice in June, midday heat pressing down like it has a personal grudge. The stone under your feet is warm, almost soft from the…
When 20 baht turns into a travel identity crisis
Let me set a scene: Bangkok, two temples, heat pressing down like it has a personal issue with you, and me standing at a pier looking like a fully functioning…
When Travel Goes Numb: On Silence, Crowds, and Keeping My Word
The question followed me into the kitchen. Morning light cutting sideways through the window, the kind that makes dust visible and turns everything a little honest. The kettle already off,…
Ordinary Feels Like Oxygen: On Anxiety, AI Noise, and Human Presence
It’s snowing outside. Not the dramatic kind. Just steady flakes drifting past the window, softening the street, muting the usual noise. The radiator is working overtime. The kitchen is warm…
Night Person, Morning World
INTRO — Nights Make More Sense Than Mornings Some people wake up glowing. I wake up negotiating with gravity. Nights have always been kinder — quieter, cooler, less performative. The…
The Food That Built Us
Let me set the scene. The kitchen is warm in that slow, heavy way — the kind of heat that creeps into your clothes and refuses to leave. The windows…
Half-Packed Thought: The Mirror
— a conversation with Captain Sparrow, somewhere between coffee and truth Morning Static Back in Sweden again.Mom’s in the kitchen brewing coffee that doesn’t taste like ruined tires — side-eye…