Oceans of time
A church pew in Lilla Baren

Release party for a song.
We are sitting like in a church pew in Lilla Baren at Riche. Small but warm audience.
The singer lifts the microphone.
Someone at the bar turns their head. Then back to their phone.
I'm mostly there to see P. We rarely see each other nowadays. A doctor now. Fixed tasks in life. Think it's good.
Maybe I need the same medicine.
Get agreement when I say it'll be an early night. Leave Riche early. Hear later that they stay late, party.
An acquaintance is returning home from Ukraine. Has driven supplies down. Tells me about the situation. About Russians being forced forward and shot in the same place. New ones are forced to do the same thing. A thousand a day.
I study t-shirts on Instagram. Learning where, when, and how they were woven.
Standing in the shop pretending I don't know what I'm buying. The shopkeeper tells me about the influx after The Bear, where the main character had one. I pretend to be surprised. Somewhere in there, he sees right through me.
Go inside to try it on. Sweaty from the sudden heat in Stockholm. I wipe my back with my own shirt before putting on the obscenely expensive t-shirt. I sweat more the more I rub.
Buying two t-shirts and a pair of shoes.
Going out into the archipelago with S. The boat is full, but most people get off in Vaxholm as usual.
Two whole summer days. Planning meals and eating in the sun. Hearing sounds that travel far across the water. Reading a book from the nineties about some people who sell their pet store in Gothenburg and go on a circumnavigation of the world.
Proud of my limited screen time.
Get blisters.
Once I actually go onto LinkedIn, I see Johan Staël von Holstein posting that he has created a site and a newsletter in the spirit of Jan Stenbeck, where the latest news is crawled and posted. These 100% AI-generated pages are stillborn. I’ve made ones just like them.
Watching Fördomsshowen where Magdalena Andersson doesn't know what IBS is. Several strange things. Something about leaders who live in another world.
Falling into TV watching. Screen time again.
Cut back. Protect everything else.
- The Culture ClubBothered at the Opera
- Fifteen percent better than everyone elseBut it's not a competition.
- Before SnakeLike after a long-haul flight.
- The best partiesIt happened again yesterday.
- Way out westAnd half an hour in Karlstad.
- The sum of vices is constantHe gets married, then everything crashes.
- One for the roadSmall gestures in the heat
- NaplesHe takes my hands and guides them deeper under the tap.
- At what point did you start feeling lonelyCulminates on the bus between Piteå and Luleå.
- Weekend plansTwo guys pick up a phone on the subway. I see immediately what has happened.
- What I have learned from GärdetThe thing that makes the frozen hearts of Stockholmers sing.
- CyclesUnderwear index and other signs
- UppsalaPeople here are built differently
- The Morning BoatBiting my lip that they've read it
- The InstitutionBest behave yourself
- Story HotelCommuting
- Move Kiruna to the moonOn the next industrial frontier
- Good Fridaywhile everything waits
- The internet has eaten itselfOn habit, AI and the art of experiencing what we have stopped seeing