I went to a house warming in a flat in suburban Stockholm with Lisa. Devoured in wild conversation we got on the wrong train and didn’t realise until five stops too late. Once there I got to hug Axel, my former London housemate, again. In my british confusion I got told off for not having taken my shoes off and went to drop them in the big dirty pile in the hallway. Instantly I stepped in spilled beer and felt naked and happy again. I have got to invest in nicer socks from now on though, since apparently they are for the whole world to see. From the fifth floor the view was endless and it became obvious how Stockholm is minimal. If I see more forest I think I’ll drown. I stayed till last, dancing barefoot when it was only those who passed out hours ago left. On the floor we sat playing tunes and talking about youth. I said that I want to capture as much of it as possible it as it is the most interesting time. Before you discovers who you really are and what you want is when you experience the most random situations and transformations. In the background some ”cool” dude kept switching off our tracks to play real music, and every time I went to put our track back on. Fucking boys. I’m merging with my teenage self, or perhaps I just feel like I am since I’m repeating what I did when I was sixteen. The same industrial melancholy draping me, but still I find the Scandinavian chill fascinating. Sitting in a tall suburban building overlooking nothing as if the rest of the world has died out and still feel fine about it. Linn and also, I was stunned by the respons I got in regards to long distance relationships. Wow, you guys are brilliant and I love when you comment.