1/17 Amsterdam. Fog at daybreak. In that dirty grey – and I must note that it was grey, not black, not night, but a different, unknown kind of night, and neither day, nor even dawn – there were extremely bright lines of lights on the runway, we saw them through the cabin windows while the airplane was turning, like a forbidden sight. It must have been a daring leap into the unreal to push the thrust lever on this runway.

Gothenburg. The kids show us Detroit Become Human, which impresses me as an unbelievable advancement in movie-like game immersion, until I learn it’s a rather average title from 2018.

That old talk about what to do with your life. I don’t expect, I don’t even want my kids to listen to it, but my advice is not to expect for a moment one could earn any money at all with writing, or music, or any other art form. Do it, and do it with passion, just do the money in some other way.