Insomnia

The Spellbook of Acolyte B’raish

Hidden under tattered robes and clutched to the chest of the remains of the acolyte – his spellbook has been protected from the ravages of fire and time. Mostly.

The book – while badly damaged – can still be partially read. Besides the pages containing spells, incantations and rituals – the last page has been used to scribble down a hurried journal entry:

“I can sense the passing of the souls of my brothers and hear the screams of the sacred legionaires. It was naive to think we could hold back the forces of the corrupt emperor. He has sent Arddrach-Kinziru to deal a final blow to the northern temples. We shall fall.

I have sent the initiates to H’lema. She will make use of them to spite the enemy. As i will now spite them by denying them the knowledge of our Lord. Arddrach-Kinziru will never know of Death Walking. He will never gaze past the veil.

I hear fighting near the altars. May the blood spilt strengthen Ianus. May he smite them all with the death they so fear. May they learn the most bitter lesson of our Lord – without love of death, there can be no love of life.”

I shall shatter the gem and release the spirit of destruction. Know that I was B’raish – acolyte of Ianus – in life and death I defied the fallen empire.

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Snapshots

  
Sun is back out – joyful breakfasts ensue.


Rotterdam

From my recent trip to Rotterdam – it really is a fascinating city. Combining old industrial spaces with traditional Dutch housing and very bold modern development. 

    
    
    
    
    
    
    
   


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Grown Up Yet?

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Summer

This is how Yemaja deals with the heat… and with mornings… and just about anything really.

 

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THE OCD TEST

I call it “The Rainman Effect” when serious mental diseases are trivialized or even romanticised. While I like the film in itself I can understand the criticism it gets for portraying what is a daily struggle for a lot of people as a superpower.

I also remember the time in the 90’ies – early 00s when characters on Ally McBeal exhibited Tourette’s syndrome – usually in a hilarious manner.

And finally I find it strange how Obsessive-compulsive disorder has become somewhat of a shiny medal you wear – partially thanks to countless internet memes (my favourite being about how it should be CDO – for alphabetized correctness). I liked Glee’s Emma for being able to be a funny character on a funny show while still leaving no doubt that her condition was a major problem for her.

I remember a friend asking one of her co-workers to please leave some files in the correct order once she was done going through them and she replied – “Oh don’t worry – I’m OCD”.

All that said I think it’s a good thing that people are able to talk about mental diseases more freely. But I am some times worried that the line between diagnosis and quirk is getting blurred. I’m not sure a prejudice that takes the form of trivialization of a condition is any better than one that takes the form of mistrust and stigmatization.

I suffer from an acute dislike of containers being used for the wrong substance or object. Especially when it comes to vessels from which one drinks. One of my previous roomies tendency to drink water from wine glasses being a prime example. I will often refer to this as an “OCD-thing” but it’s not really. I like putting paper clips on papers, alphabetizing and colour coordinating. As such I react very strongly to this:

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Lake Doom

Pity the unsuspecting inhabitants of Saint Mary, Florida. It’s there. Waiting.

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