Sometimes you go back to nowhere. Again. In many ways.
I listened to lots of traditional songs these past few days as If I was trying to carry on my journey in other media spaces. Hungarian, Celtic and finally Swedish folksongs. To get stuck, again. But on a song: En Vacker vän. Frozen and desolated landscape I had in mind while listening. A beautiful friend translated Google. A fair young love I read somewhere else. Far from the red scarf girl I drew just before.