there's a forgotten forest there full of those drunken trees they look like they're falling apart you know, just like the people there, those fools

we went for a walk one day, got lost into kulturfestivalen


houses that had windows that reflected something electric blue


imagined how it would be like if the square underneath would suddenly simply explode. we'd be safe in the heights.


there they showed the loveliest of documentaries, parkouring people looked like they were flying


we bought a candied apple, like they do in the films, it got stuck in your teeth and coloured parts of your face red, we didn't like it very much


people played with fire, edwin said it's the lowest form of circus-art.
there were horses everywhere, they looked drunk when they had to stay still in the lights, so did the people. edwin took my hand and we ran up hamngatan laughing.