- It's such a damn good feeling to get out. I need to get out more.
- It's not exactly strange if you feel confined, if you're spending that much time in doors.
- No, but I'm not really feeling confined. But, just being able to shuffle about somehow. You also need to carry on a disrupting conversation, so I won't focus on my pain.
- Why do you live around here? Why didn't you move back to Stockholm when you turned ill, or turned worse.
- Yeah, that's a good question. It probably would have been smarter. But it's actually because I can't stand the city. It's just too much of a hassle to be in the city. It's crowded and shitty. Even if I wouldn't really notice it that much, it would still feel crowded.
- How is it crowded?
- Well, it's simply too crowded. Too much of a hassle.
- But there areas just like this.
- Yes, there are. But I need more space. It's hard to explain.
- That gives me a thought. If you lived closer, it would be easy to just drop by sometime, perhaps for a coffee. But you're not getting those kinds of visits.
- No, but I'm probably happy about that.
- Are you?
- Yes, because I'm not the same mobile person that I once was and if old friends remember me for who I was, it just makes everything harder. No, that's a tough thing to deal with... I've been on the phone with a few people from the city, but I haven't felt like taking it further. It's been enough.
- Has anyone been over here?
- No, nobody has been over here. And that's a good thing, I guess. But I've also let them know that I will be in touch once I'm feeling better.
Nobody has visited Hasse since he moved, seven years ago, except home care, siblings and his mother. I don't feel like asking someone who has been alone for seven years, whether or not it feels lonely.
- I really should quit smoking. I keep telling myself. But that means it's not a good idea to spend time with people, because that's when you smoke a lot.
- But you know, people out there have quit smoking.
- They have, haven't they. Boring bastards. That's horrible.
- God, it's really snowing.
- And this will once again melt away on Monday. And our childhood with snow-filled winters, it wasn't the case.
- No, but...
- But that's how we remember it.
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Hearing the songs while reading the narrative behind the lyrics, I felt overwhelmed by this tragic story in which humans and artificial intelligence couldn't coexist side by side. Their reciprocal annihilation was inevitable. Except one "sole survivor, in a ship filled with memories. She had become the proof of Earth, proof that life had existed there, a voice for all the species and beauty we once knew". A dystopian concept dressed up in brilliant musicianship! @Slevin, thanks, I owe it to you! Umbra Cornuta
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