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Södra Teatern, Stockholm 7:50 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Writing on 2010/03/26 at 14:25

Lying in the darkness between two backdrops, the left one to be used soon and on the other side of the right one a familiar scene is going on, a scene from a show that  I’ve seen  from the sidelines many times by now.  I’m stretched out in the shape of a cross on the hard stage floor, staring up at the walkways and  theatre mechanics high above. The actors on the other side are performing a song and dance number and i can feel the vibrations in the floor. I zone out for a while, staring blankly at the middle distance – I am there but my mind is elsewhere. Although there is music and dance, song and laughter just on the other side of this piece of cloth it feels strangely peaceful here. I like it here, I like lying on the floor in the darkness, yet so close to all that vividness. In this juxtaposing serenity, I feel like I belong.


Ullådalen, Åre 2:20 pm

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2010/03/15 at 21:25

Beautiful but deadly is a phrase that is all too common when describing snow-clad mountains but it feels appropriate here. On this lightly sloping plain the wind has pushed the snow into drifts and ridges and the sun shines out of a cloudy sky on the frozen landscape. Fine snow flows like smoke over the hard surface that glitters in the sun rays. The scene has that kind of barren beauty of an arctic landscape and it has the same kind of deadliness. For although civilisation is nearby the cold is substantial. The wind tears at any exposed skin with icy talons and I can sense the danger – but only in  that corner of my eye kind of way. I am determination as I walk. Trudging onwards with my board on my back, always onwards to lower lands and hot food.

Stendalen, Åre 2 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Writing on 2010/03/15 at 21:16

The world is without sound. The soft, fluffy snow beneath my board damps out all but the wind.  It is hard to describe this feeling, the snow is so soft it feels like floating on clouds yet I cut through it like a knife through sun warm butter. At the same it is harsh, brown reeds and scraping sounds remind me of bumps and ridges and the wind bites in to the skin on my face. There is a kind of flow to it, the softness, the cold and the speed merging to create that special fluid feeling that is powder surfing.

Train to Åre 7:15 pm

In Place description, Writing on 2010/03/15 at 21:01

Three empty seats across from me, two to the right. The seats are covered in a dreary blue cloth and the walls of my compartment are clinically grey. Outside the open compartment doors is an empty corridor and to my right, my white and orange jacket in front of the black window. It dangles back and forth with the trains motion, gadunk, gadunk, gadunk. This train reminds me of the Trans Siberian railway but not in a good way, rather in all the ways it is lacking. The compartments in those old Russian trains were more lively and more colorful. There was more storage space for baggage, it was easier to get to the top bunks and it was generally more practical. But the biggest difference is this, then I was traveling with my friends, now I don’t even have random strangers to keep me company.