Photos: (all of them very close to my heart) by Jacob Holdt.
Everytime I bump into them on my computer I just need to go through them all once again, and imagine the story behind each picture; scents, music, supper, conversations, sunsets, tears...
And as for the playlist, those are songs which, in my head, are sang by those women in Jacob's photos. Specially the last one, "Miss sittin' in front of tha mirrar, wanderin'".
On my way home, there will always a scary doll crossing my path.
Our house is not the same anymore, they're re-building it....with us in it....not quite normal, and since we've found a new one, we're moving. Still I think I'll miss all this weirdness around here; the leaks under the bridge, listening to the trains go over your head, bizarre forgotten items, midnight swans sleeping on the canal, junkies....
It's been lovely this far, but the cycle ends here.