Pink Floyd’s Animalsdrones through a thindreamless sleep I keep
There is no sugarcoating this: Climate change is going to be tragic.
Reality Beyond Realism in the Paintings of Edvard Munch
each day you wake wishing that what is, is not, and that’s no way to live.
Socotra, once a secret paradise, is at a crossroads between its natural integrity and the need for development. Can it have both?
Rewriting the American Cult Story
the owl refuses to dispense any wisdombut has a few questions of its own:
Winter 1977An apartment on Postgatan, PorjusThe telephone rang
My sense of gratitude seems to have grown with time. I feel grateful about as often as I need to pee, which these days is a matter of minutes more than hours.
