I often find myself thinking about life and what it means to be human. I once read that we are ghosts, driving meat-covered skeletons made of stardust, riding a rock that’s hurtling through space — and that we should fear nothing. I thought that sounded pretty good. I enjoy poetry, literature and slow walks through the forest. I've been reading a lot of Gustaf Fröding lately. I like the way he thinks. Not long ago, I bought an old typewriter and thought it might be fun to find someone to exchange letters with. Whether it’s one letter or a hundred doesn’t really matter.