The sun has actually gone down. We’re south of the Arctic circle now, I’ve been on this train for almost eleven hours. A while ago, the sun was painting the trees and our faces golden – but now, it is gone and the sky is kind and soft like a My Little Pony.
I was thinking of this past year, my studies, the relationships, my tumult, and watching the sky gaze at its own reflection in the northern lakes. The hills are soft and voluptuous in this part of Sweden, if I remember correctly a remnant of the days when the landscape was situated much closer to the equator. Where heat and humidity weathers in different ways than in this icy north.
I was watching the clouds turn orange, and it hit me: I am a social-ecological system and I am going through adaptive cycles. These ups and downs, what a reassuring way to describe it. I could write an incredibly nerdy and completely unintelligible poem.
The organization, growth, conservation and collapse of a state of mind, identity, reorganizing and then growing, stagnating and falling apart all over again.
I don’t think I will, though. It’s half to midnight and I’m supposed to work tomorrow. I think it’s time for me to go to sleep.
Katja Malmborg 