Sleep

Living in North Sweden, there is something with brown bears and the idea of sleeping through the long dark winter. As I struggle with the German trailer through a decimetre of snow, my hard-core project of all-year biking has definitely lost whatever fikarum coolness it once may have had.

In Ottessa Mosfegh’s book, a young woman in New York decides to spend a whole year sleeping. Here in Umeå, I finally remembered to buy some pomegranate so I could replicate the tabbouleh that Ally and I had in Beirut.