it rained that night.

[disposable camera]

den lilla festen med de stora avskeden. ett sommarhus i tønsberg. en sommarnatt som aldrig
blev natt utan morgon igen. det regnade nästan hela tiden. vi talade om längtan, om människan,
om allvar, om att skriva. ville inte somna men somnade ändå. vid en eld, under en filt.

there was this party where we had to say so many goodbyes. a summer house in tønsberg. a
summer night that was not a night, but a long journey towards the morning. and it rained. we
talked about longing, about writing, about many things. in the middle of it all, a snapshot
of the water melon. i think i took it for jonas, he loves them, the melons.