
Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.
Emil Cioran
2024

Nothing proves that we are more than nothing.
Emil Cioran
2024

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe
2024

Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be.
Emil Cioran
2024
Alan worked as a Cleaner.
He worked for a company that contracted cleaners for various businesses. They mainly provided services for offices and shops.
Alan was contracted to work in a shop. It was one of a large chain that ran across the county.
The shop was no more than a fifteen-minute walk from where Alan lived. He would walk there every day, arriving at 6 p.m.
Once there, he would sign in, call head office to tell them he had arrived, then go to the cleaning cupboard and gather the few things he needed to work.
He would begin by cleaning the staff-only bathrooms because they were closest to the cleaning cupboard.
He would then move on to the staff break room, where he would mop the floor and wipe down the cheap Formica table and the counter top, ignoring the scattered coffee cups left to dry by the sink.
He would then carry the mop, bucket, and a few other things to the storefront while dragging behind him a vacuum cleaner by its long black nozzle.
He would then mop the floor, clean the hand prints off the glass door, and vacuum the large carpet doormat by the front door.
Much to the curiosity of the staff, he would mop the concrete just outside of the glass door and vacuum along the very edge of the long cashier’s desk.
Much to the dissatisfaction of the staff, he would then empty the mop bucket in the break room sink. However, no one ever said anything about this to him.
He would then return the cleaning equipment to the cupboard, sign out, call head office to tell them he was done, then walk home.
Alan had followed that routine every weekday for the last five years. In those five years, no one at the store had said much more to him than “Hello” and “Goodbye,” apart from at Christmas time, when they wished him a “Merry Christmas.” On one occasion, a female manager told him he needed more vacuum bags, to which he said, “Okay.”
In the five years he had been cleaning the store, he had seen many members of staff come and go. Only a few managers remained the same.
On one summer evening, a young man who had spent the last six months working at the store spoke to Alan while he mopped the shop floor.
“It’s pretty quiet tonight.”
“Yeah.”
“Makes you wonder why we stay open until 8 p.m.”
“Yeah….everyones probably out in the nice weather or watchin’ the football.”
“Yeah.”
In his five years of cleaning, this was the longest conversation Alan had ever had with anyone at the store.
It would be another five years before he had a conversation like this again.

At the darkest moment comes the light.
Joseph Campbell
2024

There is strong shadow where there is much light.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
2024

Scaffolds, dungeons, jails flourish only in the shadow of a faith — of that need to believe which has infested the mind forever.
Emil Cioran
2024

Nothing is what it seems, everything is much less.
James Ellis
2023
I found myself browsing copies of After The Sun every time I visited my local Waterstones. Eventually, I gave in and bought a copy. I should have done so sooner.
After The Sun is the second book by Jonas Eika and the first to be translated into English. It contains five short stories (the final story being a sequel to one of its predocessors).
Each story reads like a vivid dream about cryptic relationships, hypnotic addictions, and psychic callings taking place in various backdrops. The streets of Copenhagen, the bleak corners of London, and the beaches of Mexico all become roads to twisted underworlds.
Dark and intimate, the writings of Jonas Eika occupy a strange and uncharted space between the works of J.G. Ballard and Bret Easton Ellis.
Eika is a writer still at the beginning of his literary career. He has already gained critical acclaim and won the Nordic Council Literature Prize. I’m interested to see where this promising writer will go from here.


To think we could have spared ourselves from living all that we have lived!
Emil Cioran
2023