Cloud Atlas


A half-finished book is like a half-finished love affair.”

I spent a month on this book by David Mitchell. Why? was it that boring? no, quite the opposite. This book is a mindblower. It’s a how-the-hell-does-he-do-it book. It’s a book that you want to last forever.

“Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.”

The book jumps back and forth in time, 6 stories from 6 different people. The first tale is about an American lawyer, Ewing Adams, how crosses the Pacific in 1850. The second is about a young British composer named Robert Frobisher in 1931. He write letters to his friend – witch bring us to our third tale – Rufus Sixsmith. Sixsmith meets Luisa Rey a journalist (1970) who will descover a secret inside a report. The 4th tale is about Timothy Cavendish, a 1980s London vanity publisher trapped in an old people’s home. The 5th is the pre-execution testimony of Sonmi-451, a cloned slave in some future state, who has acquired intelligence and vision. And finally, the 6th, is the storytelling voice of Zachry, a tribesman after the fall of the civilised world, who is back in the Pacific islands where the linear narrative began.

“I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I’ll be waiting for you there.”

Every tale is split in half (except from the last tale) and you read the other half later in the book. The stories goes in this order: 1-2-3-4-5-6-5-4-3-2-1. the beginning can be a little bit boring, but it gets better the closer you come to the middle.

“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”

I recommend this book to every book-lover and every writer. It inspired me, made me cry and laugh. It might be my favourite book of all time.


a legende is born

when the sun goes down in the red sea

and the lonely mountain gets a friend

a knew beginning will come to be

the darkness will end, the darkness will end


when The Weeping River stop and turns

a legend will be born

he’ll disappear but when he then returns

the oath will be sworn


he will free us from these dark times

the evilness in this world will descend

every man will answer for their crimes

the darkness will end, the darkness will end

the living sky bleeds blue

and I stab it, several times over

desperatly hoping to remember the dream

I must have forgot in the midst of living

A Good Friend


I’ve got a good friend. His name is Hate. I got to know him for real at middle school. People bullied me at middle school. Now he is with me everywhere I go, and I’m kind of tired of that. Tired of him reminding me what the people did to me at middle school. I just want to focus at the present, and less on the past. I’ve tried to be friend with Concentrate, but she just looks away when I try to speak with her. And love, well she’s a heartless bitch, abandoning me to Hate. Hate is evil, I know. But I don’t dare stand alone.
If I don’t have Hate, I have no one.