Spider

Skogsrå

I slept on a park bench, near the house in Örebro, and I woke to a feeling of being very cold, an ache phasing into my back, touching the specific set of organs and nerves that felt like the border of my soul. I tried to open my eyes, or, specifically, my eyelids moved like every time I had blinked …

Steamboat

The Day The TV Breaks

I never liked visiting my Dad’s house. It was boring. My toys were at my house, at my Mum’s house. Dad’s house was books and dust, newspapers and daddish things. Watches and tools. Grey and brown and black coats. Mugs to drink pop out of instead of glasses. Dad’s TV didn’t even work anymore. It broke when I was about …