05/09/2026
i have been bookshop keeping on a small island in the Cyclades, home to a place beautiful in every way: Arsenale
i read this text they wrote in their beginnings and it made my insides giggle with recognition: “Arsenale was born in a cave after a conversation on how an unexpected drop can change the chemistry of a place. Also because we were bored and furious, also because we wanted people to tell us anything else except what they ate or where they plan to eat.
Arsenale is fragile, Arsenale is a moment, Arsenale is precious, Arsenale is you. Come visit us!”
i got carried away, like gunk on the side of the pavement during a downpour. no downpour here, a consistent 25 degrees day and night. day and night.
(i did that thing again!)
consistency and elusiveness, fast and slow, … all these dichotomies, they are tiring and i want to find my way to the middle.
to middling.
at the same time i stumbled on this half finished text I wrote shortly after opening SUPeR, maybe it was meant for now?
“it’s been amazing, my brain is an overwhelmed ferris wheel attendant, ms. Cabesa, and todos los to-dos and invoices and plans and talks and things are on this attraction while Ms Cabesa is comically trying to keep track of all of them: who got on and when?, and is it time for them to get off?, did they get tickets?, are they just joyriding?, do they even need to be here?”
she also needs to learn to be more of an even monkey. to find her way to the middle. and the way to the middle is always through the depths, visit the extremes, the two ends of the candle, but not for long, i don’t wish to live there anymore.
when SUPeR started i too was bored and furious. i said knock knock to the space on Blågårdsgade and it said come in, it wasn’t a joke, it was bubbling.
bubbles: supporting, creating, imagining, and inviting others inside so they can expand.
bubbles, let’s pop and up, in Copenhagen, in Anafi, any place where the good and bad and ugly the boredom the anger the joy the restlessness the missing something the not fitting in the fitting right in give birth to some tunnels to the core, to the middle, where we can meet. i feel so very soft and salty.
