∴ And thus I put on the face of happiness, in the hopes it may deter away the demons, and drive my fear to a corner. But they all seem only happy to feast upon the mask. And so, it decays . . .Continue reading✤ Pretending . . .
∴ To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.Continue reading✤ Fighting . . .
∴ No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Well I am Death, none can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hellContinue reading✤ My name is Death and the end is here . . .
∴ “Easily to be known is,
by those who to Odin come,
the mansion by its aspect. Its roof with spears is laid,
its hall with shields is decked,
with corslets are its benches strewed.”
– ‘Grímnismál,’ ‘Poetic Edda’.Continue reading✤ Going home . . .
∴ As my eyes lay upon the map, all I see is lands soaked in the blood of my ancestors. And yet, others are ploughing the fields, and stepping along the roads . . . no more, I say! Soon enough, the lands will return to their rightful owners. Continue reading✤ Taking back what was once ours . . .
∴ I tell myself, four years have passed. Things must have changed. I certainly have. Whether or not the civilized world is ready to accept me again, I will be coming. Continue reading✤ After four years . . .