Is the World just a stupid place? An evil and stupid place? And the people who do not understand it are extra stupid? And the people who do not understand, and do not want to do anything to change things are just extra, extra stupid? Bård Torgersens new collection of poems is both a cosmology and a travelogue, an elegy and a birthday invitation, placing you in the middle of what we like to think of as our time, in the middle of what you like to think of as your self: Right here and now - and everywhere. Everywhere where there are people who think and say stupid things. Usually heads of state and other influential riff raff. But also all the others. There is a little shit in all of us. We, who created this world.