Friday, September 22, 2006

inflection point

Full moon rising over the urban islands of Kastellholmen and Djurgården in Stockholm, Sweden. (2005). I took this photo last November with my Olympus SP-310 from the Fjälgatan, high above the cliffs of Södermalm.

"It doesn't matter anymore," she says.

"Why not?" he asks.

"Because things change. Because we've changed," she says.

He says nothing.

"I'm sorry," she says.

"I'm sorry, too," he finally says.

"I should go now. Goodbye," she says, before getting up and disappearing into the crowd.

And for one last time, he says nothing.

Somewhere beyond your peripheral vision, it's the same, and then, all of a sudden, never the same again. Yes becomes no. Here becomes there. Optimism becomes doubt. And you feel it.

But one Friday night in nowhere, you'll quit making lists of things to forget. Because, finally, it doesn't matter anymore.

Deep underground one of Stockholm's T-bana (subway) stations, there's nowhere to go but "upp." (2005).


  1. really great pictures. but sad words.

  2. the most electrifying man in sports entertainment22 September, 2006 23:06

    Sweden = Ikea = Very reasonably priced frozen yogurt and Swedish meatballs....mmmmm meatballs.

  3. Katie ... thank you for your thoughts and for stopping in.

    The Rock ... you like IKEA meatballs, too? Wow, who would've thunk it.

  4. Lovely post.
    i love that moment of realizing it just doesn't matter anymore. Or that nothing more will be gained by thinking about it any longer...

    I had no idea IKEA even sold meatballs. Perhaps, there IS a higher power afterall...

  5. Hi -c, thanks. Yep, sometimes it's just time.

    IKEA meatballs are actually really good! And I thank the Almighty Platypus each and every time I eat another meatball. Amen. Hallelujah!

  6. ha! I'm happy to hear meatballs and the all-holy Platypus have saved another soul!

  7. Yes, -c, I've been born again, haha!