Book done!

Today I wrote the last page of the 151 pages long novel I wrote and which is inspired by my experience as a trans person in Sweden. To celebrate, I had a slice of pie at Fröken Olssons Kafé, one of Gothenburg’s cosiest cafés. I’m going to work the coming week on proofreading and editing.

Hels tröst

Hel har ingen hungerHel har ingen nödHon törstar ej efter värmeSöker icke efter bröd Hon följer bara honomSom blivit människornas vän,Han som heter Hatet,Som icke någon botten har.Han som lever i deras hjärtanAlla nätter, alla dar.Tomheten den växerOch Hel kommer strax efter. Hon sitter vid mitt bordSäger aldrig ett ord.Hon delar mina måltiderFast Hon aldrig

A Song for Sunna

I went and had another walk by the sea today. The sun was already low when I came to the shore at around 2 p.m. and soon I found myself whispering an improvised tune to Sunna. Later, I wrote the words down and added a few extra verses. The poem is in Swedish, which is