He is a big fish! He is waiting for the small fish. Soon, soon…

Translation: What happens two times, happens three times.

From 2004. The little white one was always my favorite. She would know when I felt sad, come over to me and make a little nest between the hair and my neck and make a little burrrrr-sound. She would always help me with my homework, sitting on my pen and leaving a couple of extra punctuation marks on the page.

I have such a terrible memory. I have no idea where this is. I have no idea who I was paying a visit, or who I was with. All that is left are these half-anonymous pictures. Obviously I can tell a couple of things just by looking at the pictures now. 1. It is clearly a Norwegian house, I can tell from some of the picture frames. 2. The furniture is old. Apart from that I am lost. I have turned into this outside-in-observer. I wonder if the mind chooses to selectively forget certain things, or if this day simply wasn’t much to remember in the first place.

17th of May, 2004.

A small ball of pure love. He isn’t the smartest one of the bunch, but he is damn cute.

Look! Even back in 2004 there were signs that I was suppose to go to Japan, I just didn’t see them back then.

When I look at a lot of the old and discarded pictures I am kind of surprised with the amount of greyness. I spent time in rainy places, I guess.