Sex, murder, and disco music

I love rock. I grew up with rock music. I grew my hair long. I grew them really long, till my butt. I had t-shirts with skulls and bones. I made my mum pissed and worried. I watched many horror movies. I was shitting in my pants most of the time, but I still loved … Continue reading Sex, murder, and disco music


“Remember to look up at the stars”

“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.” Stephen … Continue reading “Remember to look up at the stars”

“My muse is a slim, juicy, wonderful smelling fig tree”

Norbert is an happy man. When you see his happy round face, with his thick moustache, and his ruffled grey hair, you cannot avoid smiling. Norbert is a smart man. You can talk about everything with him, from cell biology to politics, from carpentry to fanta-science. Norbert is an active man. The only time I … Continue reading “My muse is a slim, juicy, wonderful smelling fig tree”