Friday, September 1

This week I prepared, edited and uploaded a podcast in record time. While it felt good to know that I culd do this, and make sense of the arguments I wanted to make, I did not feel like repeating the experience.

I uploaded the final version just as it went live.

Two days ago Auo should have celebrated her 22nd birthday, and Irma bought a big bouquet of flowers for her from one of the flower stalls in the central market in Riga. I look at them, flourishing in their vase in Helsinki.

I find it impossible to look at them without falling into wanting Auo to see them for herself.