Oh no

I'm not an expressionless Finnish man.

I'm just melancholy.

2019... This is the year when I officially became boring. Every now and then I met people, and often I could sense that people were expecting me to say something interesting or humorous. But I just had nothing to give.

It's kind of distressing, and just exacerbates the root problem. Which is that I'm haunted. I can't always put my finger on what it is that haunts me. I think it's actually several different things. But I'm haunted, that's for sure.

...

Today I've been listening to this:



I think this is the first Malian song I've ever heard. Don't know what it's about.

Today I also learned that in the 14th century, Mali was a superrich empire and one of the most intellectually vibrant places on earth. Mansa Musa, the king that ruled the empire during that period, is still by far the wealthiest person that has ever existed.

Did you know that?

I remember when I was about 15 and had a brief conversation with some random guy on the internet who refused to believe that Finland is a real country. He'd never heard of such a place. I would have been more annoyed if I hadn't known that I'm the same way. I know almost nothing about the world I live in.