Kalle Ohlson, one last speedcheck
Teo, catching the last few rays of sun
spot searching up in riks, chasing the last shots of the season
still up in riks, still shooting snowboarding, still surrounded by friends, still having a good time.
pricetaker or heartbreaker. Teo Kontinen puttin in work
“No one was to blame for what happened, but that does not make it any less difficult to accept. It was all a matter of missed connections, bad timing, blundering in the dark. We were always in the right place at the wrong time, the wrong place at the right time, always just missing each other, always just a few inches from figuring the whole thing out. That’s what the story boils down to, I think. A series of lost chances. All the pieces were there from the beginning, but no one knew how to put them together.”
came back to luleå today. had a nice 10hour drive by myself to clear the thoughts
cobra camping trip. good times
“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within…By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.”
Jonny introduced me to Paul Auster a couple of days ago.