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Above Korsvägen 11:30 pm

In Place description, Reflections, Writing on 2010/06/14 at 22:03

The world in front of me is bathed in orange, where I stand, the shadow of a summer night prevails. The boundary, the sharp edge of the hills crest. Not ten meters above street level the sounds of passing trams and buses are somewhat muffled and from this rather small, secluded park one of Gothenburg’s most notorious crossroads seems almost peaceful. A series of streetlights and illuminated signs scattered about  seemingly at random and the slowly turning wings of the amusement park windmill even hint that this place has beauty. But the thought that strikes me is that I can stand here, in plain sight, observing the people move about and not one of them will notice me.  It begs the question, who else might be watching?

Götaplatsen 4:14 pm

In Reflections, Writing on 2010/06/09 at 15:07

It is rainy and rather cold summer day. All around me are yellow brick buildings and the sky is grey, not a day of celebration at all. No, not a day of celebration, except for the 50 or so white caps bobbing around on the square. Boys in black suits and girls in pretty white dresses are celebrating with vigor, shouting, blowing whistles, dancing and swimming in the fountain. They are all overjoyed to have graduated from highschool and are partying like it is the most important day in their lives. Later on some of them they might realize the relative unimportance of this day but for now, if they have a reason to be dancing in the central fountain, I am happy for them. I take my bike and leave as they run, shrieking with joy, head first into unemployment.

Park outside my house 11:35 pm

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2010/06/03 at 22:27

The grass is just a shady green and the trees are almost black, forming silhouettes against the night sky. A sky that, despite that it is almost midnight, is light blue. There is something fairy taleish about that sky because that blue colour is one that only appears on endless summer nights like this one. All around are darkened houses with a few yellow rectangles cutting holes in the dark facade. In the middle of the park, just visible through some low branches is the bright globe of a street light that illuminates a small playground. A sandbox with a red slide basks in a warm yellowish glow and further off a colourful set of swings. In this world of faded greys and darkness, these are the only things with real color.  All the children who make this place so lively in the day time are bound to be asleep now and I can but stop and wonder why this of all things would be illuminated.