[fujica st801]
we spent the last days of summer alone in this little house. it was once an administrative
building at the large match industry in jönköping. it was then taken down and built up
again in the forest by the brown lake. now it hosts no remains of administration, but of
summery days from the past. i love to stay here for a little while. it is like living in the
memory of someone dear. cooking with the same things as they used to do. wearing the
same bath robes, the same shoes. sharing the same view from the hammock.