Category Journal

18+ years of writings from Markus Nylund’s life. Real, raw, unfiltered. Thoughts, fragments, truths. The logbook of a working artist building from scratch and overcoming perfectionism, self-sabotage and sharing what it takes to rise back up again and again.

Travelogue FEB 22

Who am I? I am a collection of memories, beliefs, habits, desires, skills and preferences. But they are always changing and evolving so in a way I, as a separate, fixed (permanent) entity do NOT exist. I mine as well…

Travelogue FEB 20

In a super cozy hostel in Shkoder, Albania. Alone in a dorm. Lights off. Under a big blanket. Listening to the rain. Reading stuff online about this copywriting course I’m considering joining. There is soft dark ambient music playing somewhere…

kotor review

I spent 5 days here since they had the the offer to pay for 3 and get 2 nights free. Staff are really friendly with a lot of heart and soul and potential as men! They always made me feel…

Travel Web Log

I've been traveling for exactly 1 month now.I took a ferry from Finland to Estonia and then traveled by bus from Tallinn to Latvia, Lithuani

A Tough Year

2016 was a tough year for you. Your long term relationship ended. You lost all your money and you were so cold that you had to burn your dreams to stay warm. And because of an injury on your right…

Inventor

I'm an inventor. Do you know what my great invention is? Problems. That's right, I invent problems out of thin air. Problems that don't even

Oct 25, 2013

Ok, I confess. I have developed a slight fetish for socks. Colorful socks. Interesting socks. Wool socks. Funny socks. Silly socks. Fancy socks. Knee socks (on my girlfriend). What an endless world of amusement. There, I said it. Have a…

Tartu

Came to Tartu for a few days (a small uni town in Estonia) with my incredibly amazing girlfriend. I was asked to be on the panel of judges for the youth band competition called Noortebänd so I thought what the hell, expenses…

Sep 20, 2013

Good morning. Some things on my mind. It’s a little past eight in the morning (probably more by the time you are reading this) and I just can’t sleep anymore. I woke up to an idea. And then the early…

Sep 18, 2013

how could you abandon me, when i need you the most. how you could you not see this, as if i’m a ghost. all i can think about now, is this poisonous love. killing me with happiness, until nothing is left but a…