Born on the longest day of the year, I arrived in Malmö on June 21st — or, as my dad likes to say, ‘in the middle of V65.’
Thanks to him and my mom, I grew up in Hököpinge — a tiny village in the far southwest of Sweden, with more cows than people, one candy factory, and zero traffic lights (or ad agencies). I spent my days flipping through the IKEA catalog, listening to Ray of Light and Vapen & ammunition, and writing poems I’d send to the local paper.
And I guess not much has changed. I’m still daydreaming, still trying to put the world into words — just for a slightly different crowd.