Faces turning toward smart phones; in the subway, in the commuter train, on escalators, in line at Systembolaget, while walking towards work. The unattractiveness of a city walking around with their eyes locked on the palm of their hands. The Swedish winter darkness is always sudden and deep, darkness when waking up, darkness when leaving work. I listened to a song about snow melting (above), but we’re on the wrong side of that picture still.
Coffee, coffee, coffee cups to keep ourselves going. “I could move to any groove”, but the silence among the staring smart phone crowd, the sense of desperation in the constant connection, and the disconnection with here and now. I might as well look outside, thinking about the snow that has not yet fallen, but will one day melt, and carry on. I suppose that sometimes we just need to carry on.