Writing while walking - by Henrik Karlsson

We do not belong to those who have ideas only among books, when stimulated by books. It is our habit to think outdoors—walking, leaping, climbing, dancing, preferably on lonely mountains or near the sea where even the trails become thoughtful. —Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science By an abandoned quarry, close to where we lived when we arrived on the island, there are three houses that look like fish huts that have been pulled out of shape. In summer, the houses are used by boat guests who spend the night in the harbor, but, as I discovered in the off-season of 2020, they remain open and abandoned all winter. We rented a cramped two room apartment at the time; I decided to use one of the fish huts as a writing cabin. Four or five days a week, I would park my bicycle by one of the boarded-up seaside hotels on the other side of the peninsula and do a 90-minute trek up to the lighthouse and down through the quarry—taking so long mainly because I would get ideas while I walked and had to h

We do not belong to those who have ideas only among books, when stimulated by books. It is our habit to think outdoors—walking, leaping, climbing, dancing, preferably on lonely mountains or near the sea where even the trails become thoughtful. —Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science By an abandoned quarry, close to where we lived when we arrived on the island, there are three houses that look like fish huts that have been pulled out of shape. In summer, the houses are used by boat guests who spend the night in the harbor, but, as I discovered in the off-season of 2020, they remain open and aband