I keep time in two different ways now, not on purpose. It just happened. 

Like something within me is doing a small automatic conversion, always checking the other clock. It can sometimes feel as if I’m slightly elsewhere. Not in a bad way, but a lot of my life revolves around arriving and departing. Every now and again, it’s as if I’m never quite arriving and never really leaving, just sort of right between places. 

Even my phone is doing this thing where it doesn’t really work every time I arrive at a place. As if it needs to be turned off, recalibrated, and told you’re here now. It’s a bit like this time of year. The days feel a bit in-between. Quite banal, but they can be very hard to get dressed for. Right now, the light is doing this thing where it stays a little longer than you expect, and you keep thinking, okay, now it’ll get dark, and then it doesn’t. I really try to enjoy these days. I’m full of excitement for the summer that is about to come. I’m by no means rushing it, okay, maybe a little bit, hehe. Ever since I was a child, it’s as if summer has made this promise to me that I’ve been holding for months and months now, and it’s gotten a little worn from being held so much. That’s on me, but I’m loosening my grip ever so slightly each year. Anyway, it’s not quite dark yet; it might still be a few minutes, I think…

*Recorded at STRØM on the 26th of May in Copenhagen, Denmark (2026)