Some personal musings.
Another personal poem, relating to my life thus far.
It’s another Saturday in the Swedish capital. At a street corner I see a family, huddled around a map and after I’ve crossed the street I have to duck to avoid inclusion in a number of family albums as tourists take photos of the holiday decorations that have been relocated from their customary positions in the large fountain because of the massive reconstruction going on. Even on such a dreary, construction filled and grey winter’s day, when it’s hard to ignore warnings about global warming, Stockholm attracts a large number of tourists. And about a month or so ago I would have considered myself a tourist as well.