Denna dagen kommer aldrig igen.
Måndag, fjärde december, tvåtusensex.
You said- something in between of, you are someone.
thank you. you maid my day.
christmas is coming.
maybe new york next spring. or maybe gothenburg.
I seek for my way.
Rest, rest.
Ikea, majorstua, buss 402, tbana, sallad med tunfisk og balsamicovinäger,
skuffer, skinner, hengsler, dekksider, planlegging, kum, blandebatteri, benkeplater,
ordre, infodisk, kjøkkenfester, martine, hanna, nicolai, vicente, louise, eirin, helene,
sanjay, bjørn, ragnhild, alexandra... människor och alla dessa ikeasaker som satt spår i mig.
Februari 2006 åker jag hem. Hem till Falkenberg.
Nu ska jag andas, leva, vandra, vila, fånga dagen.