St Eriksplan

Two nights exiting at that same subway station, in a whole other part of town. Both nights too tired, too weary, too sick, and both nights returning home with a smile. So it goes, when you leave the reins for a while to rest in someone else's hands. How easy to take old friends' softness for granted, the ease of a Saturday night in unseen places when the eyes so familiar. How much unknown dance floors remind you of the corners you try so hard to avoid, and you wake up with that headache again.

There is much City left to discover, much Life left to live. November behind and adventure ahead. The chapters are all new, we forget that the pages turn but they do. Grab a pen. There's work to be done.