Caught the last of the evening light on the riverbank. Funny how the same water that looks so calm on the surface has all these currents underneath.

Went through some old photos from home today. Still can’t decide if I miss the Norwegian forests or if I just miss the version of myself that belonged there without question. ULYS is… complicated.

Sometimes I think the camera sees things I’m not supposed to notice. The way light catches on someone’s hair, the exact shade of fear in wide eyes, the tension in a herbivore’s shoulders when I walk into a room. I frame it all as ‘art’ and everyone nods like they understand. They don’t.

Three cigarettes tonight. That’s restraint, right?