Words from a a collection of organs.
I took a train from Stockholm on Thursday morning, because of some missions in Malmö and Copenhagen.
I forgot to tell them what day I was gonna arrive, but it worked out as usual. I went to drink wine w R, yeah, that awesome person and later I realized that sometimes its just incredibly underestimated with a night walk in a frozen rain.
And everything continues. Photoshoot and the best breakfast with C, too much coffee with some creative people in Copenhagen - I would call them artists. Its about connecting with people that gives you energy and always be around people that lets you live the life you want.
Närduinserattdukanske i n t e hörhemmadärduborellerbordärduhörhemma e l l e r s å g ö r d u d e t
And then it happens. You get sucked into situations, a place where everything happened. Imaginations contra a life story, white stuff, skin, tattoes and a camera. Nothing more. My heart is sore.