The Fabulist

Although painstakingly slow, I am finally making some progress with my book chapter on non-human nature and ecomodernism. As often, I am distracted by other things I like to write about, in particular the dream of free global movement which again is under attack, this time not only by the usual suspects but also by people who clearly should know better like Hillary Clinton.

At Systembolaget, I found a hazy IPA called “The Fabulist”, a name that reminded me how hard it is to separate facts from fiction in debates about the Anthropocene. Tonight I made a soup with sweet potatoes, ginger and apples, perfect to stay warm as the temperature again falls to -12 degrees.