A couple of weeks ago I picked up my old Lomo camera and realised that there was a film inside which I had forgotten about. So I took some pictures on the hill, then waited impatiently for the drug store to reveal the secrets of those forgotten photographs. It was raining when I looked at them for the first time, standing on the corner of two miserable, ugly streets.
Most of the pictures were taken exactly a year ago, September 2009. Looking at them made me feel ill, dizzy, angry, and more than anything, sad. I'd forgotten what it had been like: visiting tiny villages in Lower Austria, walking round Stockholm.
No more words. I can't stop listening to this song.