Wednesday 15.06.2022. Afternoon

After watching Life After Life, the TV adaptation of Kate Atkinson’s novel, I’ve been thinking about death and the circularity of time. I live in both the past and the future, as well as savouring the now. I’m back in Wendover for a couple of weeks. This means no swimming, but instead there’s the cat... Continue Reading →


On the eve of my birthday, I wake up from a dream about death. A body had been buried in a pond; maybe I had killed the person and put it there. But now I was part of the search team trying to find it and bring it back up, since the decomposition of the... Continue Reading →

Sunday 6 February 2022. All day

I'm scared and sad because my father is in hospital. The blood around his heart is running slower than normal, which means he is at high risk of blood clots and a heart attack. It's been discovered very early, and he's receiving excellent care at the Academic Hospital in Uppsala. Thanks to this discovery he... Continue Reading →

Sunday 13 October 2019. Evening

The fire's roaring. The cat's asleep on the carpet. The yellow leaves fall from the trees in the rain. It's Sunday evening, the end of a weekend at my cousin's in the countryside. The extinction rebels are fighting our cause in London. We talk about the few years we have left on this planet as... Continue Reading →

Happy Easter

It's shave your legs and paint your nails kind of weather. It's as if the air isn't just air; it's too full of sun warmth, bird song and green smell. Easter should be what marks the new year. It's the time of rebirth and renewal. I can mark it as my new year. My birthday... Continue Reading →

Through the snow

  I arrived and all the land was covered in snow. Snow is easier to walk through if someone has walked it before you. You want so much but there is no time, only now, and the world is black and white. White crystals lie like death over the branches. Branches are family, weighed down... Continue Reading →

Thursday 7 February 2019. Night

There are certain things I know about myself: My surname means branches. My family comes from Latvia, but I was born and raised in Sweden. The family is build up of five brothers, and their families. I want to be a writer. My mother and father love me, and will always be there for me.... Continue Reading →

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