Katinka Hurvig

Category: Writings

  • election day: a 22 hour reportage

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    8-9 am


    woke up before the alarm. It’s all quiet, only roomtone and closed curtains.

    9-10 am


    breakfast and live news from Texas, Florida and New York. emails and WhatsApp and instagram trying to make sure I have a flight home and a job when I get there

    10-11 am


    sat on a bench by a voting site, talked to the three volunteers. One of them got hit by a bird poo. Spirits were high and multiple voters expressed their surprise to there being absolutely no line.

    11 am -12 pm

    12-1 pm


    making my way through Central Park towards a library/poll on 53rd. As I walk I remove my jacket and tie it around my waist. It’s November 5th and a man in shorts and a t shirt is ice skating in the south side of the park. Half the ice rink is marked with green cones warning not to skate there; the area is covered in melted ice. I can’t remember if either candidate has mentioned climate crisis or emissions or sustainable energy. My podcast is letting me know of the women-targeted Julia Roberts-ad saying “what happens in the polls stay in the polls” . Weather forecast says 72 degrees at 3 pm.

    1-2 pm


    new york public library

    the woman in front of me is wearing an I VOTED badge, not a sticker, which makes me think she’s more involved than most
    the pen she’s using to work on her touch screen ipad is also a US election 2024-pen
    the sign right in front of me, on the grey concrete wall reads
    VOTE HERE
    <—
    VOTE AQUÍ

    and someone in a serious suit just walked in
    a young woman, younger than I first thought actually, has a sticker on her backpack and it says FUTURE VOTER so I guess she’s not old enough yet
    she’s got beautiful pink glitter on her eyelids and has an expensive looking ipad she’s reading from
    she seems like someone I’d rather put my trust in than the guy in the serious suit
    her nose ring calms me a bit and she’s putting her hands in the opposite ends of sleeves, like she’s cold and wants to snug herself, and I’d rather she was the upcoming president
    two women exited, verbally excited about something it seems like they were given after voting – it looks like they’re nail files. Saying something I can’t read on the back, but I can guess. Doesn’t seem like a guess – everyone’s out to tell the world that they voted. I assume there will be more and more stickers during this day. A woman just accidentally asked students in the quiet zone about voting and were redirected to the man behind the desk next to the polive woman in full uniform. People are looking me in the eye here, smiling (back) at me, it’s like we’re all in it together. They don’t know I can’t vote. They assume I have or that I will. Could I get a sticker if I wanted to? Probably not. I think days like these are really good days for social media to exist. Let them know you voted. Don’t forget to vote. “don’t be a dipshit today. Vote for kamala harris.” Earlier today, when I was at the other voting poll, I overheard the volunteers discussing whether or not mark Ruffalo would come to visit on that specific site. Their shifts are all day, so if he gets there they’ll know. A man brought his dog and walked straight by the man behind the desk. The man laughed silently, shook his head and made eye contact with me. Not sure if he thought it was madness to bring a dog without asking or if he just thought the dog was cute, like everybody here seems to think most dogs are fantastic. At the other poll site, the volunteers offered to watch the dog while the owner voted. The voter put said “I don’t see a trash can so ill put this here for now,” leaving a filled green bag of dog poop on the ground next to the dog. “don’t wanna bring a bag of poop to vote,” she laughed, entered, voted, exited, thanked and left. Its quiet at the library, but there’s clearly a large amount of people behind that wall. I can hear maybe 20-30 voices, calm, explaining, asking, thanking. A guy with a lanyard exits. A woman too, saying “thank you, this is so fun!” and walks by me with a half full dunkin’ donuts ice coffee, a nail file and a sticker on her chest. Polls have been open for 7 hours 13 minutes.

    “it could be such a turning point for this country. Such a turning point. If he loses, he’s not gonna run again. What a terrible person he is. What a disgrace to the human race. What a disgrace. It’s a beautiful library”

    2-3 pm

    been drawing last week: main themes are Halloween, marathon and early voting. Is it a bit overwhelming to live in a city where these things all happen within the span of 5 days?
    Cnn radio: “Turnout so far very very strong, we’ve been seeing long lines. From Philadelphia Pennsylvania: He expects the vote counting to go faster than in 2020. The voters know that this is a battleground state, that they’re gonna have a REAL say on who’s winning. Women’s rights, moral in general. My main concern is the economy, putting the United States first before any other country. It was smooth, in and out within 5 minutes with me. The line was around the corner so I came back a little later. Good process. They may have. It come out and votes if they hadn’t known this was a battleground state and every vote was important.”

    3-4 pm

    walking into a poll site but not a lot to see there

    4-5 pm

    5-6 pm

    dinner and planning where to go with friends, wore my bestest bluest outfit and made a grilled cheese to go, ate it before I reached the c train to take me to the pub in fort greene. I’ve been told the vibe is a party, we’ll see, I’m ready to drink and roar and forget as long as it’s with other people, we’ll see if the party continues or falls flat through the ground, and I’ve been told that it’ll never be a party because nobody is excited about her either, it’s a choice between bad and worse but maybe my friends are wrong and right now I’m hopeful, I’m remembering the joy she was talking about, maybe I’ll fall flat through the ground but right now I’m wearing all blue and feel like I’m about to go to the finale of bachelorette just with different content and I know I’m wrong but let me have this for this one hour

    6-7 pm

    7-8 pm

    8-9 pm

    friend explaining what’s happening at the moment

    9-10 pm

    10-11 pm

    fighting about America, the beauty and the genocide, the disregard and the conversation, yelling, beers and outside the venue, I don’t want to eavesdrop, I’ve got beers, leaving to where I can’t hear their words but only sounds, it’s not my place to intrude this hundred year long discussion or I’m not brave enough to

    11 pm – 12 am

    I’ve been accidentally locked out, I’m sitting with my back against the door trying to keep my hope up but almost every state is red and he’s winning by 1 or 200.000 votes in each, it’s tiny, the difference, on this scale, I have an open beer and a closed one meant for someone else but they’re still fighting, I think, somethings going on away from my hearing distance and something else is going on inside this building that I no longer have access to to, the next polls close in 46:43 and I think they’re the last ones, maybe just Hawaii, trumps in the lead but I’ve been told the west coast will shift it all around but when I look at the numbers it seems that they need one or two extra states in order to reach a majority of any, I’m not sure I understand this, or that it’s real?

    I checked the group chat and it seems like they’re experiencing the same thing

    Is it this really it?

    12-1 am

    1-2 am

    6+6+15+ Michigan is stressful

    2-3 am

    Friend left and now it’s me and other friend, on the curb, in the bar, someone paid for their drink and then they paid for mine, everyone’s got their hands in the praying format in front of their mouths

    3-4 am

    cigarettes and really good conversations, music like there’s no disaster,

    4-5 am

    “we are a very interesting experiment” (USA) – on the a train heading home. Drunk but not very, soar throat of cigarettes, coping with everything, fights and division and dancing on the barstool and almost crying and freezing and mixing and debating and reassuring and now, giving up, how can she count to 270 I don’t think there’s a way if you add them all, the remaining, what the fuck happened to Pennsylvania, this was Fulton street and I’ll be home in 20 minutes

    5-6 am

  • 30 minutes until election day

    11.30 pm
    bed, upper west side

    30 minutes until election day
    Or election week
    Or election month, year or who the whatever knows

    I feel like this has been the prologue
    And tomorrow will be CHAPTER 1: VOTING
    Followed by CHAPTER 2: COUNTING
    CHAPTER 3: RECOUNT
    CHAPTER 4: CLAIMING A NARRATIVE
    5: UPROAR
    6: RESISTANCE and the rest of the hunger games series in however way you wanna frame it

    I’ll be here in the (basically) capital not the capitol
    Far away from dc


    Away from, where will he be, florida?
    I don’t even know where kamala is
    Probably DC I’d guess
    Should I know this, perhaps I should yes,

    Tomorrow the other ones, not the 78% who’ve already voted, the rest will vote or they’ll choose to not or they wont care and it might just not happen
    Like my good friend
    It just didn’t happen and he’s very happy about that,
    That’ll be the people of this country I currently live in
    And we’ll see what kind of shit happens

    But not tomorrow
    Tomorrow will be a prologue without a dedication, because dedications can only happen once you know what the story is actually about and we’re not even halfway there

    Ill get back to you in January
    of 2026

  • grown-ups and children

    Was there an orientation I didn’t attend?
    Did I not check my email and is that why I didn’t go?
    I feel like they would have sent me an invite but what the fuck do I know anymore

    Stuck somewhere between a prodigy and someone who is chill about receiving a pay check
    Stuck between the kid who put up plays in 5th grade and the woman who sat on the stoop for 23 minutes before someone else arrived and had the guts to knock on the door
    Stuck between the girl who cold called politicians and pitched socio economical plays and the person who didn’t know she’d misread an entire relationship for 5 weeks

    Maybe those two last ones align, actually
    Someone who doesn’t know that what she’s doing isn’t regular
    that what’s she’s doing is somehow not what other people secretly had in mind
    Someone who doesn’t have a clue that she doesn’t have a clue and it’s her greatest strength but how can she ever be sure that they aren’t contemplating firing her at the same time

    Are grown ups not supposed to tell us, the smaller grown ups, if we’re doing something wrong?
    Are bosses not supposed to let employees know if we aren’t meeting their expectations?
    Are leaders not supposed to facilitate processes in which the individual workers can thrive and contribute according to ability and special skills?
    Are leaders not supposed to say anything but “I’m the one who makes the calls”,

    like,

    we know,
    that’s why we report to you,
    is that supposed to be a threat?
    Is that supposed to be new information?
    What are you really saying by that, do you want me to go sit in a corner or pitch a different idea, because I’ll fucking do it, I’ll do anything to not feel like a 15 year old who missed a curfew

    I thought parents were grown ups and children were kids,
    But teenagers are women and women are childish
    And children are parents,
    And children are great
    All my favourite adults are really just children

    But if we could please lose the superiority from grown ups and mentors and bosses and co-workers,
    If we could make childhood fun again
    Instead of making it the equivalent of uselessness,
    I’d go sit in a corner
    Or I’d run the meeting
    I’d sketch up a process design or I’d go on the coffee run

    When a woman who’s a grown up child can lose the shame of failing?? Then I think we’re good to go? What the fuck is up with the shame of failing or with failures being fatal? How did anyone ever learn anything? Did I miss an e-mail stating that grown ups have never failed to get to where they are now??? Let’s flag as phishing then?!

  • twenty minutes to my midnight

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    its been a while since bon iver
    since “for emma, forever ago”
    it was around the same time that I didn’t know which of the roommates I was in love with and it turned out it was neither
    and the time I realized someone thought my clothes were ugly
    around the time that the only time I spent purposefully alone was five minutes on a table in the sunny courtyard, assuming rightly that somebody would join me
    it was efterskole, boarding school, end of childhood maybe


    ive been here a while now
    longer than halfway there
    “there” being headed towards JFK returning to Europe
    perhaps Denmark
    that or Amsterdam
    both more like what I knew
    this is what I know right now:
    – my amc membership allows me to catch the late show, alone, on Sunday nights, probably only one in the cinema, bringing my own snacks and walking home from 68th to 74th as the fruit shop closes and the employees of Harvest are sat outside to hang out before heading home
    – alex left, is back in Tilburg, right now sleeping and soon getting up to go back to school
    – alex was here two nights ago and we rode the subway dressed as john lennon and caroline wozniacky/generic tennis player
    – I’ve had enough pizza for a week
    – this red candle was a perfect purchase
    – I almost jokingly described the two towers at 74th and 8th as lighthouses but it is not a joke
    – bon iver will make me feel like im traveling to a different time, a simpler time and maybe I’m right now longing for lack of nuances
    – I’m just here
    – nobody knows where I am right now, I could be back in redhook or at the Dakota bar or wandering the fence of fort greene
    – its all as it’s supposed to be but I need a good cry
    – I think I need to look at water soon
    – I know I need to start researching opera terms soon
    – 18 people are living in apartments underneath mine,
    and they’re kind
    and they’re smart
    and I’ve met them
    and I’ve spoken to all of them
    and I’ve had conversations with most of them
    and I’ve hugged some of them
    and I’ve cried in front of one of them
    – and everything is as it’s supposed to be, but I need another good cry soon


    how can it be that the sky isn’t the same for him?
    how are the stars not the same,
    if he got out of bed and looked up he’d see anything else
    and how is he supposed to go to school
    when he was just here
    in my arms,
    how does everything go on
    when he got on the bus and left
    did time travel with him on the plane or did it stay with me?
    how can both be true at the same time
    how is he about to wake up as I’ll get ready for bed
    how is he right here with me at the same time
    how was his visit loving and frustrating
    how was is cute and annoying
    how was it productive and lazy
    how was it supporting and competitive
    how can we hug and fuck
    why can’t I cry right now
    he’d tell me I need to get my pulse up
    but I won’t go running right now
    maybe I’ll go running when I wake up
    when he calls me after school is over
    when all things are true at the same time
    and we’ll both say that we miss each other
    and that we’re glad he’s back
    how is it so sad and so completely important that he’s not here anymore
    that he’s back to his life
    and mine continues, a simple gear shift and it’s done
    I’ll need a good cry to believe them to be true
    all the things at the same time

  • $10 donation please

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    tues, oct. 15th, 17.24
    Blue Stripes café

    “breakfast in America” is apparently the ultimate sound of home
    not this new home,
    though,
    but the one with the red brick walls and the window that was easily outcrawlable and the couches that hosted ticklefights by feet and the identical chairs by the dining room of which we would rotate one seat each quarter of the year

    that’s the sound of home to be honest,
    my dads insane systems that I’ve been laughing at
    and desperately craving
    and definitely escaping for years
    my mom’s dancing to supertramp in the kitchen while I’d rather she didn’t
    my mom’s the absolute cutest, I see that now, luckily she’s been able to see it all the way through
    even when literally no one else in the household was
    my boyfriends is coming to visit me in this new home shortly
    and I want him to think im cute
    and hot and smart and sexy,
    and he will,
    and I might bring him to play chess with June over by Union Square and we’ll pay him $10 each and it’ll be nice,
    they kept saying “you’re really nice” like most people aren’t
    maybe they were just thrown off by my white rich looking coat
    that cost $10 in an outlet store in Bushwick but they didn’t know that
    maybe they thought I was “one of those rich white people who live in Denmark”
    which would be absolutely true
    but maybe they thought I wasn’t a nice one
    which id hope isn’t true
    my opponent was named June
    “how beautiful” I told him
    and he told me “i don’t gamble” as I sat down
    as if to justify his life to me
    I might have said “sure” as he moved his pawn to E4
    and his friend was named “Brooklyn”
    and he works in the area


    and I immediately liked them and wanted to join in on their vibe, wanted them to offer me a smoke as well, but maybe I should just be happy they were smoking near me, that I was enough of a human that they didn’t feel like they had to act otherwise? I have no idea what their lifes are like


    but June grew up in the Bronx
    and I kind of felt like I shouldn’t ask him where he lives now
    and Brooklyn works in the area
    June is here most days but not when its raining
    I’ll bring my boyfriend next week and we’ll each play him and pay him
    I assume he’ll win again
    but that’s not what matters

  • POV: an anthem for the upcoming civil war

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    Dividing nations
    and conversations

    Splitting personalities,
    negotiating gravities


    You’re breaking up lovers
    You’re laughing on the covers
    You’re demanding us voting,
    while digitally gloating


    Refusing to answer,
    is a symptom of cancer
    You’re pledging a democracy
    while performing bureaucracy

    You’re avoiding reality
    You’re escaping a penalty
    You’re hiding in a coconut tree,
    where no empathy seems to be

    It’s the suffocation of choosers
    It’s the ignoring all the beggars
    Must it be a civil war,
    the only way to wake us?

    We’d rather none
    than either one
    a third is not an option
    We’ll either flee, escape, give up
    or shoot, resist and poison

    You praise resistance
    within your fortress

    The other’s existence
    ain’t mentioned in your congress

    The game isn’t fair
    and we refuse to play
    Until you start to care
    we demand that you pay

    A blood moon is glowing
    above your precious house
    Soon you will be knowing
    a game of cat and mouse

  • a selection from the “Thoughts” part of my “NYC notes”

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    completely fucked how bad i am at drumming the two rhythms from parks and rec simultaneously

    hihi how cute
    am in Asils livingroom on the couch while they and Alex are upstairs
    in Philadelphia <3

    in Stuyvesant square park at 4:40 pm
    the literal only difference between the squirrels and rats are what their tail look like??

    the voices in my head are fucking tedious, often stressed and ready for conflict

    Found somebody else’s cut off nail at the steps of the Washington square park fountain

    i am pants size: waist 36, length 34/32(?)

    I don’t have to wait till the people I pass on the street say good morning to me, I can say good morning first

    The summer I started to flip the book lying on the stomach the other way around when picking it up for more reading

    Negative polite (“sentimental garbage” + “men love to stand up for a symbol but they hate to stand up for a woman”)

    Am stressed out in that way where I forget that I’ve got the accessibility feature turned on on Maps, walk out the door two hours early, change my mind three times in one minute and hit mcdonalds, m so impatient that i pay a fee of $37 because i can’t be bothred calculating how much money i actually should wire internationally and am making new plans at the same time

    Bringing Headcounts to the concert to help you register to vote

    “Come and get it”: no one knows where I am right now

  • a fathers’ funeral

    the way we’re connected now?
    if I could apply that to 6 years ago
    and make us be known to each other
    to more than group friends

    so that I would have known to be there for you

    if I could know how important you’d become to me
    if I had known that
    I’d have gone to your fathers’ funeral
    and I’d have helped you move
    I’d have visited you in your new place even though it was inconveniently far away from a subway station

    I’d have asked you the questions I’m trying to ask you now,
    but they would be present tense and not past
    I’d ask you how you’re feeling
    how you’re going to talk to your brothers now
    what you and your mom will be wearing when his urn is put into the ground
    I’d listen to your ideas of gravestone inscriptions
    and I’d suggest a comma or ask if you’d considered cursive
    I’d take you out if you wanted to forget
    and I’d keep you in if you wanted to remember
    I’d look at you and see your tears
    I’d listen to your sobs
    and not to you talk about how you used to cry
    your eyes are mostly dry now
    not thanks to me

    I couldn’t have known how we’d become
    but I should have known to be there either way
    because it hadn’t got to do with me
    or me and you
    but you and your brothers
    and how you had to drive the car
    back and forth from hospitals
    and making sure your mother would eat

    and a bond in loss needs all the strength it can get
    and I didn’t contribute anything
    nothing but a hug and a condolence
    nothing to secure your knots to each other
    not a dish less for you to clean
    not an outlet for you to rant before calling them back, frustrated that they aren’t talking to each other,
    nothing for you to lean on before stumbling into whatever mess you were in
    I left you on a tightrope for you to walk, alongside your broken family of other ballerinas
    how did you manage to land you all?
    how did you stay strong on your own?
    how were you strong for the others?
    I guess from resilience rather than choice
    and next time I’m faced with a choice
    of attending the funeral of a father of someone I’m slightly friends with
    next time,

  • loving from afar

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    1.

    do I work better with or without music
    do I work better with or without a busy schedule
    do I work better with or without feeling blue

    am I better with obstacles to beat
    mountains to climb
    am I better at ease, accepting what might come

    am I best solo
    or am I better as somebody’s someone?


    am I at my best when I’m a girlfriend
    or when I’m just a girl who sometimes loves this one other person very much
    am I best on my own
    knowing that the ones I love are far away but definitely there
    or is it better when we’re all in a room, together, at the same table

    is distance possibly the greatest way of loving?

    many crushes and favourite songs ago I learned that the empty space of this one guy was way more meaningful to me than his actual company

    is this still true?
    is it horrible?
    is it true though?

    are things better when there are no conflicts?
    when we all just agree that we love each other, oceans away,
    no socks on the floor
    or insecurities to devastate us

    am I even a good aunt? When I keep forgetting to tell my sister that she can send videos on Signal and haven’t even sent her one myself?

    Are they better off without me at the moment?
    knowing I’ll return safely, probably,
    at some point in the future
    no one has time for all these people
    honestly I did them a favour by removing myself from their equations for a while,
    think of all those friends they haven’t seen in a while
    that’ll be me now,
    for a while,
    I haven’t seen them in ages,
    8 weeks,
    and there’s no issue
    it’s honestly never been this easy



    is this what safety feels like? Or am I lonely or bored or self indulgent?
    possibly all actually
    at the same time
    sitting at this desk
    in this office I’ve been given on the upper west side
    not really missing anyone
    mostly wanting to go to chinatown tomorrow to stock up on frozen dumplings
    knowing they’re all sleeping in beds across the globe
    can love feel this indifferent?
    can it still be love?
    when it’s this much of a given?
    at what point does it stop being love?
    will it ever?
    should I give them another call or is 5 months as much nothing to them as it is to me?
    if love is everything, can it also then be nothing?

    2


    from afar
    the one phrase I was certain I understood, deeply and profoundly and over the top dramatically,
    but at some point, I think recently, it changed
    Now it’s not longing for a love that will never happen,
    not a one-way affection deemed to never return,
    now it’s love happening abruptly, all at once, then not at all, from a great distance across the Atlantic perhaps
    apparent in phone calls and messages and the distinctly familiar shape of the water tanks that made me think of them,
    gone by the sound of the ambulance in passing,
    ready to revisit at some undecided point in the future


    thank you to all of you back home
    thank you for loving me from afar
    I promise I’m doing the same thing
    I’ve got you on photos that I’ll be hanging on my new wall tomorrow
    I’ve got you when I look out the window and thinking how I’ll explain the view to you when I return
    I’ve got you when someone mentions Greenpoint and you’re the ones I want to talk about “girls” with and that one scene with the trash man (doctor) in the house with the fruit in the bowl
    I’ve got you sporadically,
    there will be days of podcasts of my favourite tv show and not a thread of you
    there will be songs that we’ve listened to,
    but this time I’ll only feel how much I love them,
    blissfully self indulgent,
    forgetting that you do as well,
    then there will be weeks where you’ll keep appearing, the same childhood friend appearing in four different conversations during seven days, and I haven’t thought of her in years, how I’d wait for her at the top of the tiny hill every morning before we’d ride to school together,
    tiny tall people on tiny teenage bikes,
    I’ve got you when I imagine how ridiculously theatrical you’ll find me when I’ll be running around central park, latte in hand, feeling like a new york mom without anyone else to care for but myself,
    I imagine you’ll laugh, be a tiny bit jealous, find it to be a little boring but probably, in the end, feel a slight sting of love towards me
    that’s what I imagine but please correct my daydream when I return,
    I love you and I can’t function without you in my life,
    apparently that can be paused, though,
    the physical aspect of it,
    I am functioning to an a++ level at the moment and I haven’t seen you since July,
    weeks and weeks of high quality functioning to say the least,
    (or a least that’s how i feel as I’m writing this)
    but it’s not that
    it’s not
    it’s really, really not that I can function without you in my life


    it’s just that I don’t need you here, in this room, on the couch behind this desk, scrolling on your phone or sharing your thoughts of that article you just sent me,
    I don’t need your body
    I don’t need your company
    I need your love and I need to know your bodies will be available when I return
    so thank you for your availability
    thank you for your invisible long distance love
    I hope you feel it too,
    I hope you’re planning how to tell me things
    I hope you’ll keep calling me when you’re angry at somebody else
    I hope you’ll not call me because you don’t need me for this either
    I hope you’ll collect anecdotes and possibly send me one single meme when it fits too well to not,
    I know you’re spending these months with all your others,
    your other important ones,
    the ones that make your everyday safe and fun and extravagant and I hope you’re not talking about me,
    maybe you thought someone would mention me tonight because we’re all in the same friend group but then my name just never came up,
    and on your bike ride home you might think,
    huh,
    and then the light turns green and you’ll keep on biking and that “huh” is the dearest flicker of love and I promise you I can feel it from here,
    and I’ll “huh” you right back as I walk towards the C on 72nd and Amsterdam
    huh
    huh
    a precious group of people in the back of my mind,
    that’s you,
    and don’t mistake my silence for indifference
    don’t mistake my affection for solitariness as having grown tired of you
    you probably haven’t
    you’re not even reading this
    because you’ve got other things to do
    and how great is this?
    a paralell life and a pause in how we used to love each other,
    now we’re doing it differently
    from afar
    from time to time
    maybe 5 months is a blink to you and you thought you’d call but the time just passed and your whole life happened,
    and how great is this?

  • things that have happened in my life during the past 2 weeks

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    (not chronologically)


    – childhood friend came to visit me, both slept in same “bed” and bought amazing jeans and other greatnesses
    – got new friend from Manchester through not as new friends from usa
    – moved to upper west side, returned to Brooklyn for the first 2 nights for various fun reasons
    – saw Sarah Jessica parker and the guy who’s Aiden recording a scene in West Village
    – hung all my scrapbook material up on the wall in my new office (I have an office now)
    – went to 6 bank meetings in 2 days (2 different banks) and finally managed to open an account
    – went to comedy club
    – spoke on the phone to my mom
    – spoke very little on the phone to my boyfriend, though he did rescue me from a slight stress/anxious incident telling me that ofc im overwhelmed, prepare yourself sweetie
    – went for a tiny run in central park
    – cried a couple times
    – watched an incredible show at an enormous theater on broadway
    – times square by night
    – started masterclasses
    – went to introduction meeting with all my new dorm-mates and had multiple beers and conversations
    – was offered and thankfully accepted a beer in a red cup from sweet trump supporters in the 4-hour line to enter stadium
    – stood about 100 meters from Donald trump, recording what was remarkably close to an iconic villain speech called “We Are The People” from a play I’ve been touring with for 3 years
    – saw a preview of an experimental play in a private townhouse in Clinton Hill directed by a brilliant genius
    – coincidentally saw one of those same actors from Clinton Hill-play in rehearsals of a completely different play in east village
    – took a bus in bed-stuy and swore in Danish trying to jaywalk to make it in time
    – recorded and interviewed people at DJ-live recording event in bushwick, had a popsicle
    – facetimed with other dear childhood friend
    – celebrated birthday of new friend (ate a certain type of fries + walked on Highline)
    – danced at The End and Nightmoves and Nowadays
    – went to the memorial site on september 11th
    – read 4 scenes in prep for upcoming masterclass
    – had inspiring meeting with the Cultural Attaché at the Consulate General of Denmark
    – got high and had a burrito
    – texted my boss that he’s inspiring and that I’m thankful to have met him all those years ago
    – made 4 illustrations
    – went to tax id-workshop
    – zoom meeting with my Danish theatre group back home
    – coffee and conversation with a director/actor/producer
    – bought multiple notebooks and pens but barely anything to put in the fridge

    things that’ll have happened before the end of this week:
    – gone to Philadelphia to help rehearsals of a dance performance at Philadelphia Fringe Festival, spend the night and go back to manhattan
    – ferry ride to redhook with relatively new friend visiting nyc from England
    – masterclass
    – finished Mr. Robot season 4 for the 3rd time
    – perhaps meeting with masterclass-coach
    – hopefully solitary time on rooftop and, perhaps, with luck, visibility of 5-6 perfect stars just being right where they ought to be, living their best life