2017 Retrospective
There's a scene of some importance I can't visualize. But it's there, like a splinter in my mind. There's joy there, but also a sense of scurry. Like a man rushing to write his vows before his wedding starts. Somewhere in that mist is my allegory. Where do we start this time? At a point, there were only the two of us left. And stories. Something about a badly lit shower and songs of despair. A strip club in Prague, a trail lost on a moped in Thailand, breaking glasses and plates over peoples' heads. The days when our blood could paint the bar crimson. Now only the two of us remained in Alderland, matching goblins against elementals in a futile effort to regain sobriety and hold the commitments of the outside world at bay. No, that's not it. 2017. It was a year of plenty. Annually around this time, the Language Council of Norway name the word of the year. In 2017 the most significant word was deemed "falske nyheter"; fake news. Somew...