There is just the number machine. It sits everywhere a line might otherwise form. The bakery. The bank. To get support or to check out at the electronics shop. The government office where you go to ...

I’m killing time at Krónan in Hamraborg, waiting for a friend, 15 minutes before an exhibition opening, when I hear a brass band start in the distance. Of course, there’s a brass band, I think to ...

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You got to see there is something to be alive about. This band is something to be alive about. If you are alive… if you have ...