The end

What is certain in life

The blows…

I hope for a quick death with little pain. For my friends and companions, I hope that we have time to say goodbye while we are alive. Perhaps the two cannot go together…

are getting closer, as the saying goes. When I created this website at 30, I thought about beginnings and the journey. Not entirely logical, really.

Saying goodbye…

…and celebrating

Even if I have achieved nothing of great significance, I would like there to be a place where my image and my voice live on. My ashes need no fixed resting place.
Otherwise, there are places… things where you can think of me…

If anyone is still around.
Celebrate my farewell.
But keep it earthly.

I did not leave the Church
only to be talked back into it afterwards.

Loosely following Goethe on Wieland, I take the view that religion and punctuation are private matters.

MY PLACE
My day is 21 June.
My place is Oslo, a city in nature.
My colours are black and red.
My food is pumpkin and vegetable soup.
My drink is whisky.

My chosen song

“Find mich eines Morgens” by Heinz Rudolf Kunze.

A song about a farewell without a letter, accepting what has happened, and remembering that our own time is limited.