Xennials

While perhaps a bit too early, I could not resist the purple morning skies and went for a run around the neighbourhood, keeping my 373-week-long streak on Strava alive.

Meanwhile, Sofi went for a dog walk in Örebro, past the old shoe factory where we used to live in the early aughties – a formative moment in time for the generation sometimes referred to as “xennials”. Those years somehow completed the transition from an analogue world without social media to the constantly connected and recorded world of today.

Even if one should be careful not to read too much into this kind of pop psychology, there is something to be said about this technological bilingualism: of having used both rotary phones and Reddit; of remembering life before Wi-Fi passwords and push notifications; of experiencing boredom and empty time in a way that the Millennial generation coming after perhaps never quite did. We learned to wait. To call from landlines. To knock on doors without texting first. And then, almost without noticing, we became permanently reachable, geolocated, and archived. Winter morning skies and a 373-week streak feel like fitting metaphors for all this: analogue legs, digital trails.