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We live so many lives within our lives—smaller lives with people who come and go, friends who disappear, children who grow up—and I never know which of these lives is meant to serve as the frame. But whenever I’m in the grips of a fever or infatuation there is no confusion; my “self” recedes and gi…

[...] The coffee was done and he moved the pot to the table while I unbuttoned my coat and sat down. “Okay,” he said when he saw my belly, “okay, I can see why you want to get hold of him.” The coffee was disgusting, but I drank some anyway while we talked, Jens was going on tour with another band …

Five months into the new millennium I had reason to go looking for Alejandro. It was said to be the warmest spring in decades and I’d moved into an apartment that for the first time was mine alone, a one-bedroom in Gubbängen with an east-facing balcony where I could read the morning newspaper in th…

[...] Markus, Sally’s childhood friend who was already at that point a famous director, as well as Paul who was sitting across from Markus and made a point of pretending not to know who he was. We had the entirety of the twentieth century behind us and an unknown millennium in front of us, an epic …

So that Saturday then, it was in Vaxholm at a venue with a winterized veranda that looked onto the quay, Zomby Woof was the second of four bands and stepped off the stage right before nine, after which he wove his way to my table by the window. I was solo, sober, alert as if the rest of my life hin…