Halland

Wrapping up the last lecture of the spring semester, I jumped on a green electric scooter and took my Asics Novablasts out for eleven kilometres along the coast of Halland. A part of Sweden that was nearly unknown to me until 2023, Halland has definitely grown on me since, as its liminal character brings together childhood memories of Skåne, the openness of the western sea, and that windy Road 25 leading back to Kalmar.

But, like an old ghost from Kenmare, aesthetics again proved insufficient, and maybe that is ultimately for the better. It is just that it really is back to square one, to have been weighed only to be found insufficient – divides that no words can bridge. Sola fide.

Tomorrow, I am off to Örebro and the great forests of Bergslagen, renewing my faith in what truly matters, as time really does lend perspective. The other day, I read Emma Engdahl’s new book, Lektioner i kärlek, and it is a book I plan to keep.