I believe art is the layer between chaos and order that holds the world together. In other words: an absolute necessity.
I have been writing as long as I have been able to (for more on this you can read this text) and I write to understand. This effort results in essays, poems, short stories, novels, lyrics, performance texts, articles and stuff I can’t categorize. I do this in English, Swedish and German. I have made attempts with French too, but so far these attempts failed to increase my understanding (this could either be because of my shitty French, or because French is a weird language. I would like to believe the latter, but I suspect the former is the case).