In my early teens, I encoded my first website. Thanks to my parents ADSL, I had the flawless joy of indulging this astounding world of the wide web.

Internet was revolutionary in those days. No one would blame you for internet addiction; rather, modern society hailed this newborn baby called the internet as sweet redemption itself. And for me it was nonetheless.

In those days, most of the internet was free, but while not paying a Swedish Krona for a home page or domain on a random server, the not-quite-as-astonishing broadband bill blew the roof and pulled the crack of my father’s patience.

That is as good as it got. Gone but not wasted were my shiny days of playing with creative layout and priceless loads of waffling.

A website is a way of expressing yourself. To me, social media, on the contrary, lacks that hearty platform that a personal website can offer. It feels like we have had enough of that toil and emotional turmoil, putting our hearts out to feed exploiting forces.

Seasonal and slow living have become my way of life. I want to combine a simple life with creative work; this is my fireplace. I want to channel creativity and expression compatible with the present. 

Time to come home. Evolution has raced, and I say haste makes waste. I favour the concept of selling without selling.

The concept of engaging words to spread from mouth to mouth. Genuine gossip. That what is the old, yet brings the untold. Keep dem jungle drums beating.

Self-taught I am. No fancy design school nor classes. Simply fiery interest showing off little like a perennial plant. Withering in perfect timing just to crack up in gorgeous bloom hereafter.

I simply cannot run that woodpecker’s pace. I realized I no longer wanna be that machine, greater than human I simply cannot be.

A channel I am, allowing information to come through, to come true. I wanna share that with you.