Author Archives: Fredrik Kayser

About Fredrik Kayser

Everything is connected.

Autumn Wind

Why am I so transfixed by withering leaves? Do I love the sound of rain because tears are hard? Is my affinity for cold really nothing but my inability to stomach summer’s heat? Is that why I fell for the … Continue reading

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White Noise

Solitude is good for many things, you only realise which when you no longer have access. I can’t hear the sound of my own thoughts over all the noise. I’m too tired to think anyway, and what ideas do come … Continue reading

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Spring Morning

I see before me a river valley, Framed by cloud-piercing mountains. I stand just above the tree-line, Breathing cold, thin air. With snow that never melts, underneath my feet ~ I gaze down at spring, in full bloom. Yet just … Continue reading

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Only With Time

Some say that time heals. But in truth, Pain is the is the cleanser. Fear of this purging flame,  Is not quite accurate. Fear of the fire itself, Or fear of being scorched ~ Pain is not scary, not even … Continue reading

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The Sounds of Very Old Things

When I think of China or Chinese culture, my mind inevitably goes to music. While there are a couple of ancient instruments, my favourite has to be the Erhu. Few things sound as haunting and beautiful as the Erhu in … Continue reading

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Words to Unburden a Heavy Heart

Sleep is a curious thing, especially when insistent thoughts won’t let you close your eyes. It takes a bit of time for the mind to catch up with the heart, especially when it feels this heavy. You mean so much … Continue reading

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When we were kids in the car (while dad drove and mom slept)

Could it be? Has it truly been twenty years? The memories seem to match the feeling. Some things are different, but that’s how these things usually go. Youngest brother is driving, dad is sitting here in the back (on my … Continue reading

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