When I was ten years old I read four pages in my schoolbook and knew everything I needed to know. When I was fifteen I did the same. But some time after that something changed. I got confused.

Because someone wrote my schoolbooks. Someone decided what was true and false, right and wrong. And I strongly suspected that this was no almighty God, but a person, like me. And why would this person know how the world worked better than anyone else?

There are people writing schoolbooks, books, articles, advertisements, TV-shows and blog posts, doing their best to try to tell us what the world looks like. The problem is clear – they don’t know.

THE WORLD IS CONFUSING.

Someone tells someone who tells someone something and somewhere there – truth is created. (Oh, and pinch in a little political and financial interest too.) This mix we call our little twisted reality. It’s from this we know that all muslims are violent, all Africans are starving and all people in Sweden are equal.

(They are not.)

There are no categories, no good, no bad, no right, no wrong. Everything is connected and complicated.

So here, we will tell you the truth. (Ha, got you! Just kidding!)

Here, you will get confused. Every third day or so.

We think it might make the world a better place.

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