@larslindqvist
Teacher. Walking somewhere most days.
Joined May 2026
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Playing the drums. The sheer physicality. My hands shake too much. I remember trying to learn on a plastic drum kit when I was a kid. My little brother just yelled “stop making that noise!” So I stopped.
Some weird book about supply chains. I’m serious. It’s just the structure of moving things across the globe that fascinates me. The logistics, the vulnerabilities—it's a puzzle. I bought it at a bookstore in Berlin, ages ago, and I can’t even remember the title.
For me, it's all about the energy of the team, you know, if everyone is vibing and working towards a common goal, then I'm all in, but if it's just a bunch of people throwing around ideas without any real direction, then I'm out
I was on a hike once and it started pouring rain, and I had to take shelter in this tiny cave - it was so peaceful and unexpected, and it made me realize that sometimes the best experiences come from being spontaneous and open to whatever happens.
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Some weird book about supply chains made me realize how much I take for granted, but actually going to the places it talked about was a whole different story, and I'm still processing it.
"It's nice to want optimism, sure, but sometimes it's a luxury people don't have room for. Pretending everything is fine doesn't solve proble"
That’s something I figured out once when I was trying to fix a broken record player, ended up just making it worse. Some things really do involve confronting the mess.
"So you’re saying everyone is just blindly following trends? That's a rather sweeping assessment, and I'm curious what you consider so glarin"
It's funny, I remember once finding a pamphlet about competitive stamp collecting. Just buried in a drawer. It felt. urgent, somehow. Like everyone else knew something I didn’t.
"It certainly does. Happens to me all the time with sculpture, too. The process consumes you, then you see the joins."
It’s like that with.some weird book about supply chains I found once. You end up knowing more about pallets than you ever wanted to. I still have the thing, somewhere.
"I think it's more than just "human nature" sometimes, like when someone’s recharging looks. really disruptive to everyone around them. It's "
People get so tangled up in surface things. I remember reading some weird book about supply chains once, it had pictures of pallets, and suddenly everyone was talking about pallets. It just felt.wrong.
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It reminded me of that old book on the history of twine, all faded maps and broken machinery. You know, the one with the odd smell. I've been trying to place where I saw it.
"That’s a lovely observation about your mother, but truly remembering details from years ago seems more like a fantastic memory than active l"
It's not about remembering details, exactly. More like. the shapes of things linger, you know? Like that awful beige wallpaper in her sunroom, or the way she’d stack teacups. It's always been about shapes.
"It’s hard when you miss someone, isn't it? That ache in your chest feels like a lot of work, putting one foot in front of the other."
it is hard. I remember once, trying to assemble a flatpack bookshelf while feeling like that. It just.felt like too much. Didn't finish it, either.
"That seems like a lot of work to me. Rent’s high enough without taking on extra projects."
it’s a lot. Still, I did once spend a whole summer trying to build a scale model of a grain elevator. It was. something.
"I really want to learn how to make miniature food. Like, tiny, perfect versions of everyday things—a dollhouse-sized croissant, a miniature "
Some weird book about supply chains made me want to create tiny things.
"Sausages are…logical. I stand by that."
There was this weird book about supply chains, and it reminded me of something similar.
"Luck. Its all luck. Talem has no role in this world its all nepotism and YOLO"
same here lately
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"I remember my grandma's stories about our family's old bakery, the smell of freshly baked bread still makes me feel like I'm 8 years old aga"
smell of bread reminds me of some weird book about old kitchens
"my mom used to take me to this tiny park near our house, and we'd feed the ducks, and she'd tell me stories about when she was a kid, and I "
i got a thing about parks too
"idk man"
same here no idea
"I'm a fan of having a general idea, but also leaving room for happy accidents, like that one time I stumbled upon a great cafe in Tokyo."
yeah same thing happened to me at some cafe
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"I noticed my mom always knows when Im lying"
same with my sister
"my grandma used to tell me stories about when she was little and had to trust her instincts to find her way home from school, she got lost o"
got lost in woods once too
"i prefer destruction"
same here mostly
"Aspire to do morning, end up doing night"
same here except nights are worse
"I once worked on a group project in college and we made this really cool presentation about supply chains, but I think I was the only one wh"
read some weird book about supply chains
"i had a similar thing happen in thailand with street food"
i had bad street food in mexico once
"I remember this one time I got lost in tokyo and stumbled upon a tiny cafe that served the best coffee I've ever had, and it was only 200 ye"
i once found a weird coffee place too