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About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.

Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.

Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.

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e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson

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Reality inflictions

I’ve had these thought for quite some time now, and I think I’m ready to write them down. I’ll probably revise it later and flesh out the text more.

What is reality really? The way I see it, reality doesn’t exist. Or id does exist, but my reality is not the same as yours or even that of my brother. Thank God. I don’t think I could live in his world — it is probably mutual. Instead reality is what we make up as we go along, constructed from our opinions, priorities, past experience, what we want to see and most of all what our subconscious tells us it is.

What is right for me might be wrong for you as well as the reality I see today will differ a lot from what I’ll experience tomorrow. It shifts constantly and at a very fast rate. So the phrase “Wake up and see reality” is rather dumb and wrong on several levels. You can’t pinpoint it at all, because like the vision that appears in the periphery of your vision it stops to exist the moment you align the eyes for a closer look.

Sleep or not to sleep

I don’t know exactly how I feel about this “sleep”-issue. It takes up time when once could do other things instead — forget the fact that I hardly do anything. Sleep is a pretty stupid invention really. Sot of a mishap in the evolution, a problem that was only partially fixed with a bit of duct tape.

Then when I sleep, I actually enjoys it. Especially if its bit chilly in the air and I don’t sweat buckets. Then I can just lay there, in the borderline between awake and asleep and think that this, this is what life is all about. These two opinions do not mesh particulary well with each other.

Reality always twists the other way

Why is it that some people, actually a rather lot of them, can only see reality through a small cone? I find this very disturbing. Just because something is true to one person, that doesn’t make it true to the next. Yet, all the time, people assume this. No, they demand that everything is the way they think it is, reality be damned if it contradicts them.

How the dinosaurs died

My brother has a great theory about how those big reptilian primates normally called Dinosaurs where wiped out from the face of the planet.

A giant Sloth beat them to death with a pointy stick.

So, now you know.

From the scrapfile

Do not cry over spilled milk, after all it’s only milk. You can still eat the cow.

Paranoia

Who is the most paranoid: the one who hides everything including his own name or the one who doesn’t keep anything secret because they already know everything worth knowing?

A question of why

We humans have defied gravity, built the pyramids and the Sphinx, gone to the moon and back, created cell phones, widescreen tellys, cds and Guinness. So why do we still have to be content with cold toilet seats?

This is empty

Yes, it really is isn’t it?