Writing the column in wool socks
My desk, my chair and the blanket that has seen four hundred columns.
September 14, 2026 · 4 min
The quiet of a road with one lamp
A bicycle in the dusk, and the kind of silence you can only get in snow.
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The Long Dark
A short column every Monday morning on the dark, the sauna and the quiet habits of winter.
“The one email I open the day it lands.”
