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?
Kingdom of Loathing
WTF?
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?