Careful, Nancy Drew.

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.

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