I fled Stockholm on a $3 flight to Copenhagen.
Needing a weekend to be alone; to be anonymous.
Wanting time with my thoughts, my notebook, my pencil.
Wanting to get lost in my surroundings.
I wandered the streets in the rain, wind and sleet,
drank strong coffee and dark beer in small cafes.
I felt wonder in the humid botany of the gardens
and in the historical specimens of the geological museum.
I felt a sense of connection with 60 different countries as I explored Superkilen
And a hope that more cities will build experiences such as this one.
I got lost in a dystopian world,
where fires burned and faces were covered,
friends skated, drank beers, shared cigarettes & laughter.
I was alone, but not lonely.
I thought of what it is
to allow yourself
to be in a place of not knowing;
where you want to be, where you want to go.
And to be okay with that, in this world,
One that does not always give space
or time for the questioning of yourself.
I was allowing myself to be there.
And it felt good.