There's a famous photo of me at a grocery store in Tromsø. I'm standing at the checkout counter cradling a bag of mushrooms (champingon) in the crook of my left arm and dangling from the tips of my fingers is a bunch of banannas. I'm staring into the middle distance, experssionless and empty.
I actually remember that exact moment. Satified that I had bought enough things to sustain me for the next day or two, I let go. I let go like a stoner loosening his bowels. But instead of shit coming out of my ass, a void erupted in my head. It was like I was being dragged by a boat through water and I just let. go.
And it seemed ok, me, my banannas and champingons. But it really wasn't. Ok, when I say it was a famous picture I mean that it was well known between me and Sofie. That counted as famous in my book on the account that it was name- dropped every other week.
As many banannas and mushrooms I bought, I just couln't escape the numbness. Maybe I was lacking human touch, but then again no. When Theo came to visit Tromsø he had a Canada Goose jacket and about four inches of body fat and I had a thin windbreaker. He looked at me strangely almost in fear. But then again, he's easily scared.