/// de dansar tätt, tätt tillsammans...

28.12

meeting L at medis. seeing you walking out the tunnelbana exit. (i always wonder how it's going to be like whenever meeting people: will you see me first? or will i see you?) how are you? cold. i'm wearing the wrong shoes. coffee and hot chocolate at pierot (ritorno-pierot-merci, that's how it's going to be!). yellow lights, a table by the door. can i sit beside you? exchanging christmas presents. comic books for me, a moleskine and my heart for you. translating klas kat blir glad. no holes! and a sad four-panel comic about a man dying on monday. somehow, i knew at that moment, that that page was something important. taking a step back, holding on to something good. the bookstore, my first ever english-swedish dictionary, picking up your hat on the floor, a hug after every sweet thing. i wrote a letter that night, listening to camera obscura.