reflections – Page 6 – Katja Malmborg

#8: My people (March 3rd)

I’ve been watching Masters of Sex, a TV series set in the 1960’s about two researchers and their big study on human sexuality. I don’t really think I like it, or, possibly I just really dislike all the characters. Still. It has something. One of the few sympathetic characters, the daughter of a doctor colleagueContinue reading “#8: My people (March 3rd)”

#7: Losing my sense of time (February 28th)

I’ve been running late more and more lately. It’s as if time has lost its texture, I can’t hold on to it. The limits that time puts on our lives seem to have become blurry, and I keep on getting lost in my own actions. And that is fine, as long as work is whatContinue reading “#7: Losing my sense of time (February 28th)”

mismatches (December 23rd)

Walking home along the beach from my internet session, every new wave seemed to reach higher up than the last. It was high tide. And I was thinking about something that I wrote in an e-mail just a moment ago. That I can’t seem to get the pieces of my personality to fit together rightContinue reading “mismatches (December 23rd)”

my odd memory (Written on November 21)

I’ve learned something new about my memory here. I’ve always known that there are things that rarely stick, unless I put some effort in it, like names or phone numbers. Elli laughs at me for always having to ask her what my Burkinabe cellphone number is. It shouldn’t be too hard to memorize, eight digits,Continue reading “my odd memory (Written on November 21)”

approaching premature nostalgia (November 12)

While walking home from the market together with Elli, with bags full of tomatoes, onions and cabbage, I was struck by the feeling that I wasn’t done. We had just bought deep fried aloco with sauce (plantain in English, or food banana), a new favorite discovery of mine, and I got that nostalgic feeling thatContinue reading “approaching premature nostalgia (November 12)”

moments of waiting (October 25)

Sitting under a tree in Rallo, waiting for a man to arrive on a motorcycle, I watched a baby goat try to eat a dry leaf. First from the ground, then pushing it up on a wall, desperately trying to get a bite but not quite managing to. And I thought: How on earth didContinue reading “moments of waiting (October 25)”

Josh’s birthday, or, already tomorrow

[Written on an internetless device last night, at 00:30] Walking home from the tube through the rain, yellow and brown leaves covering the path, I got to thinking about writing. How I’ve acquired this habit over the years – the years of dreams of becoming a writer. My thoughts aren’t always just a flow ofContinue reading “Josh’s birthday, or, already tomorrow”