27 September 2009

The return of Gösta (because you missed him so)

Sun.

Into the wild, man.
Who owns this city? They do.
Musil&Beer, Beer&Musil. A never-ending project.

Gösta & Gösta's cousin built clay figure cities in this puddle. Then we drowned the city. That felt really good.

Gösta walks around in the empty house in which family trinkets are stored. On one shabby table in the attic he finds this. Somebody has brought it there. Jesus&thebaptist/sweetlove/palm trees.

"Klingar icke modersmålet skönast / Binder ej ditt hem med dubbla garn." This little adage on this little hanging provides the Gösta family tree with insight and wisdom.

A friend, maybe two.

Gösta nods in approvement.

Wealth transfer - work.

1 comment:

Karin said...

Äntligen är Gösta tillbaka. Greatly missed!