Once upon a time there was Bobby.  Bobby was in his 70's, long white hair and he was wearing corduroy pants. He'd sometimes take a drive someplace he had been to a long time ago. There were moments when he encountered something that would awake memories in him, pictures of the past that hadn't crossed his mind in a while. He remembered his old mate Pete once saying: "You know I could die tomorrow and I'd die happy in a way to think that other people were singing my songs." Bobby sang Pete's songs sometimes. Pete was inspired by what he read. But also by what he saw and whom he met. He met a white man who walked a black dog. He met a young woman whose body was burning. He met a young girl, she gave him a rainbow. Bobby drove in his car and thought of Pete. A good friend, who died happily.

There are unexplainable things, no mind can comprehend. Spuge was a most peculiar man living in a town not so far from another bigger city. A philosopher he was, looking at the world and wondering: How come and Why? His neighbors had a cherry tree. Not so common in these latitudes, the arctic circle not too far away in the distance. Come summer the cherries were green. Come autumn, they were dark red. Ready to be harvested. But nobody did harvest them. Day after day, he passed the tempting cherry tree with it's deliciously red cherries. What kind of people were there as his neighbors, letting the cherries to rot? Should he steal some during the shadows of the night? What kind of man would that make out of him, a robber? He found joy in walking for hours on in the pouring rain. It gave him the utter experience of feeling alive. Drenched in water and cold he would walk through the highlands. With no soul to be found. April come she will, t...

Once upon a time there was a young woman named Ane. A strange name but odd she was indeed. She was an environmental activist and wouldn't ever fly on an airplane or drive a car or take a bus or train since it was not sustainable. She truly believed that one persons actions and the renunciation of such methods of transportation could absolutely have an impact. Ane believed that she herself would be able to stop the climate from changing. So all she did was cycle on her fancy bike. However she had a medical condition that a highly accomplished doctor was able to diagnose on the first of June 2022. It was called levi fatigatione cursus viverra, an universally rare condition only diagnosed two times before. The utterly irritating symptom Ane had to live with was yawning every single time she stopped at a traffic light while biking to or from her work place. Were lights red, she yawned and she couldn't stop herself from doing so. Proper medication was not ...

Once upon a time there was a sheep with five legs. The sheep was very handsome and bright. But that was not all there was to it. The sheep was well-accomplished, it was more than an average sheep was able to be. When other sheep were 2 years young , the five-legged sheep was 2 years old . When other sheep were specialized in wool production, the five-legged sheep was specialized in wool, meat, milk, cheese, bone, fur and leather production. It was able to create miracles, things that no eye has ever glanced. The five-legged sheep had excellent cross-disciplinary qualities that were not seen in the average sheep. All the excellence was demanded of the sheep but despite all it's great, honorable qualities and hard work, it was just another sheep in the flock. It ended up being slaughtered one fine, sunny, warm, summer day and the other sheep all lived happily ever after. Until they died, too.

I jotted down terms that have crossed my mind today. Probably nothing meaningful there but this is part of my creative writing process.  Vindaloo   (Indian curry dish) Intentionssimplementierung (german)  (simplifying intentions by mentioning exact date, time and location) varoaika (finnish)  (time that production animal that has been treated with antibiotica is out of production)   ristiintarkastus (finnish) (cross-examination) doctor-doctor (someone who has got 2 doctor titles)  rammenas (dutch) (a type of brassicaceous crop) phyllo-dough (A very thin type of dough) Croque-Monsieur (french ham and lettuce sandwich)  priorisoida  (finnish) (a verb for expressing that one work task is more essential and relevant than another)

A German folk song on freedom of thought: Die Gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten? Sie fliegen vorbei wie nächtliche Schatten. Kein Mensch kann sie wissen,  kein Jäger erschiessen, es bleibt dabei, die Gedanken sind frei.

There was a young lady, the age of 16. She had become good friends with a bearded man that had a goat laugh and he would tell her about Gandhi, Lao-tse and nonviolence. She was very fascinated by him and his influence accompanied her later in life, she didn't know it then, though. She felt he might have answers that no one else had. She asked him how she could get along with her sister. Her sister was twelve then, very beautiful and the two of them fought all the time. She was bothered by it, since the arguments seemed endless and unkind. The man with the goat laugh told her to pretend that it was the last hour of her sister's life. He pointed out, that it might well be. She tried out his plan and as a result she looked at her sister and saw her for the first time. This is how she began to hold her sister dear. Have you ever borrowed a book from the library and noticed that some previous reader of that very book has underlined parts of the text wit...