Fragments of hazy memories of a weekend past. It all seems like a dream now, was I ever there, were things ever so certain? Another world, another lifetime, another life, are these images that run through my mind even my own? I don’t believe it, my entire existence has been cowering in a pothole from a virus that has ravaged the world. Surviving, never thriving. The dream of a life where enjoyment and fulfillment meant something torments me. Perhaps I can purify myself by transmitting them to you. And if I will not have freedom, we shall share this suffering. … Continue reading No Satan in Turku, No Satan Anywhere