Of all the computer rooms in all the universities in all the world, she walks into mine.

Spent the morning reading, saying adieu and doshing out cash on clothes and a nice black hat. I’d show you if I also had wasted money on a digital camera.

They sit around the monolith in anger, despair, hope, joy and grief. All but one statue. It’s the dead among the living that I noticed and remember, not the labyrinth or the monolith.

Does the bridge tell a story?

2 Responses to “Of all the computer rooms in all the universities in all the world, she walks into mine.”


  1. 1 Anonymous

    WTF?

  2. 2 Åsmund

    Jo, altså.

    I går dukka plutseleg ei finsk venninne frå Svalbard opp. Me var ein tur i Vigelandsparken. Etter at eg hadde vinka farvel på jernbanen, gjekk eg og brukte pengar.

    Var det oppklarande?

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