Sadness is an underrated feeling.
the Painful and beautiful at the same time. Like pressing hard on a sore muscle.
I go, like so many times before, slowly along Tjärhovsgatan. Looking at the squiggly järnstaketet at my old school. The same now as then. In the winter we packed the snow in the voids. I don't know why. It feels unimaginably long time ago. And yet so recently.
t, most 70's music. They are dead now, many, like Leonard Cohen and the beloved of the danes Kim Larsen and Trille.
the House where I was living on the Street is demolished then sometime in the late 60's, and replaced with a large, ugly brown house.
Remember in my nostalgia a bokrygg in the apartment there, a title in the bookshelf that fascinated me as a child. ”And suddenly it is evening”.
I, knowing that it was the nobel prize winner Salvatore Quasimodos book, and that the poem reads: ”everyone stands alone on the earth's heart, pierced by a ray of sunshine and suddenly it is evening.”
So beautiful. But it is evening soon, already? How the f-was this? When I turn on Katarina cemetery oozes throughout the I of the melancholy. Fixed in the headphones is Kim Larsen is not one bit sentimental when he pulls in his Danish version of Evert Taube: ”So længe skuden ka' go, so længe hjertet ka' switch, so længe sun the blinker on bølgerne blue... no, prøv engang at forstå, at der er mange that never et lysglimt ka' get.”
Melancholy turn with the comforting realization that I am only one of many, many people on earth who have felt the about the same. And both Bob Dylan and Joan Baez are in life.
Malin Nordgren is the editor for the Inside and wonder where all the squirrels on the Stockholm cemeteries have taken the road. Also read her columns about her grandfather's mother Gabriella's fate, and to lose their children, but only almost.