Written August 2022, Copenhagen, Denmark
Some days hit like a tidal wave of need—need to change, to erase, to become, to escape. It’s Sunday, and everything feels like it has to happen now or maybe never. The list grows longer, heavier, more impossible, until it collapses under its own weight. And then—nothing. Just the stillness of not getting any further.
This piece was originally written in Danish. I’ve included the original version below, along with an English translation. Enjoy!
Det er søndag. Det er søndag, og jeg skal fjerne natten fra mit ansigt, og jeg skal vaske tøj, og jeg skal brænde broer, og jeg skal lære spansk, og jeg skal sige mit job op, og jeg skal drikke tolv kopper kaffe, og jeg skal slette hans nummer, og jeg skal se syv sæsoner af en tv-serie, og jeg skal uddrive mine dæmoner, og jeg skal rydde op på mit værelse, og jeg skal være mere intentionel med min tid, og jeg skal løbe et halvmarathon, og jeg skal meditere på døden, og jeg skal klippe mit hår, og jeg skal fortælle mine veninder, at jeg elsker dem, og jeg skal læse en bog på nihundrede sider, og jeg skal lære at sætte grænser, og jeg skal møde den eneste ene, og jeg skal disassociere i en time i netto, og jeg skal smile til en fremmed, og jeg skal dyrke yoga, og jeg skal lede efter mine sokker og min selvrespekt, og jeg skal lægge neglelak, og jeg skal gruble over fortiden og overtænke fremtiden og være i nuet, og jeg skal lave pandekager, og jeg skal græde, og jeg skal sidde i min vindueskarm og stirre på skyerne.. Og så kom jeg aldrig videre.
It’s Sunday. It’s Sunday, and I need to scrub the night off my face, and I need to do laundry, and I need to burn bridges, and I need to learn Spanish, and I need to quit my job, and I need to drink twelve cups of coffee, and I need to delete his number, and I need to watch seven seasons of some series, and I need to exorcise my demons, and I need to clean my room, and I need to be more intentional with my time, and I need to run a half-marathon, and I need to meditate on death, and I need to cut my hair, and I need to tell my friends that I love them, and I need to read a nine-hundred-page book, and I need to learn how to set boundaries, and I need to meet the one, and I need to dissociate for an hour in the grocery store, and I need to smile at a stranger, and I need to do yoga, and I need to look for my socks and my self-respect, and I need to paint my nails, and I need to brood over the past and overthink the future and be in the present, and I need to make pancakes, and I need to cry, and I need to sit in my windowsill and stare at the clouds.. And then I never got any further
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