"Kristofer Andersson about his love: I should write that valentine's day is heterosexual propaganda – but ..."
"This is a kulturartikel which is a part of Aftonbladet's opinionsjournalistik."
"We met on Tinder. I stole Alice Cooper in my caption: ”A child's brain and an old man's heart.” Elin: ”Can run four miles at a stretch and handle a weapon. Count on me when the revolution comes.” When we met, I had already swept five glass. I proposed to the afterparty at 21.30 on a Thursday."
"today we have been married for seven months and seven days. Our wedding day is the 7u002F7."
"today is also the day when my analysis is completely sabbad. What I should write: valentine's day is a heterosexual propaganda campaign signed Kochbröderna, with the aim to refine and perpetuate patriarchy; the eternal balance of power between man and woman, as well as consumption. Jump in a grave, on valentine's day!"
"But instead I write:"
"We got married, to say to each other, when everything else is replaceable, you are not there. A tradition-bound ritual, with prälle and everything, who denied the society fully load-bearing mechanisms. We said: When you stopped being useful, I still. I feel like Gudrun – named after RAF founder Gudrun Ensslin – the Bruce LaBruces movie The raspberry reich: ”The revolution is my boyfriend!” When my man pulls his knife over time, the flicker of the heart."
"n”Capitalism seeks to undermine the value of the materials and work”, stated Daniel Sjölin recently in his Culture. But what is capitalism in its most otuktade the form does, is to undermine the value of real relationships, as well as interests and hobbies. Everything should måttas, weighed and valued. Same thing with the patriarchy: The only thing that raises its enthusiasm is power – which is then used to make: zero. The who are high up in the food chain should, therefore, disclaim career and growing accounts, all impulses to the dull self-realization, and instead care about other things. All of which has a position – take your Kamikaze-places!"
"nduring quite a number of years, I could delude myself that my work was important in more way than for the food on the table. I had been lucky indeed, that could make chips on the interests – literature, subcultures, pop music – I got myself long before the salary, and then of distress because the reality sucked."
"But in the same second as things turned into the job I stopped to bother me. I used to be so neurotic that I never slept. Then I fell asleep, with my eurobonus points and any skittrött influences."
"This is the opposite of love. This is, to speak with the author Elie Wiesel, indifference, and the feeling is the concrete against which the system rests. An indifferent man may live in the ergonomic and economic perfection, is a harmless one. What plays the role, doesn't matter. Your resistance melt like snow."
"When we met, I was melted and dirty brown. My recovery has since then, among other things, consisted in naming them making a name for himself on preserving this edit when to the society, but who draperar in kulturchic polishes: pr agencies, social entrepreneurs, brokers of plot content, providers of mediocre culture and slow kultursidor."
"To go into a relationship, and thus knowingly disparage the impulse to the I-the sick, donate blood oxygen and gives the courage air. Until I got to the foot of all the clients, so long as I am allowed to milk my skin colour, penis, birthplace and talent, I promise to spend the rest of my professional life to with sökljus chase it maktsuktande who were close to drain me."
"We got married, to say to each other, when everything else is replaceable, you are not there. A tradition-bound ritual, with prälle and everything, who denied the society fully load-bearing mechanisms"
"With love also comes genuine responsibility: the Responsibility to be enthusiastic about things for real again. What you think and say and do becomes essential, for anything more than the balance. You are expected to be human. There was a time when I wrote to become something, but when I became something, did I of nothing. Now I get up in the morning and try to write and read life. The only achievement that really interests me is that my person will think that I am talented and fun to be with; I'm doing something real with my place. A heart is actually not at all a bank token and you yourself are a fat keff servant."
"nAlltså I write, on valentine's day:"
"”Music sounds better with you”, says the French engångstrion Stardusts discosingel from 1998. This applies not only to music: I will find myself re-interested me for a horig and transparent jacket from the Maison Margiela. In it, I feel like the world's most beautiful sprutluder. When I listen to Marvin Gaye I cry, in the way I used to cry."
"I will myself, to rattle off the culture as I did when it was what played a role, when a new issue of i-D or The face, prompting tongues. When I read Kayo Chingonyi, I do it with the desire of a 164-kid that just found a peaceful place on earth. Real love don't spell curriculum vitae, it is spelled Elin Anna Linnéa Eriksson. There was a spark hidden in the snow. I have a child's brain, but a young man's heart, and the music sounds absolutely amazing with you."