Viktor Aronsson

"...some old and and some far too young, weeping at its floor with a necklace or a ring or anything really that would remind them of whom they had lost in a fire, in a plane, in a car, or..."

Society, release me from your grip, Society, let me be free and set me free (see the world), Society...

Öland, Sverige. Summer of 2016, post 3 of 3. The Sun's and Winds' Island. Where the winds are eternal, and the sun almost too. Where I spend my summer, since I was two years old.

Thoughtful Lady, dreaming of a land far away. Reaching for a new world. Small steps take you far if they are many. The wander takes its toll, but in the new lands we have arrived...

From there my father came, to there I want to return.