I felt I had reached some kind of mid-point in the journey. Stockholm and the art world was far behind me and I felt familiar with the car and with myself. I had hardly uttered a word outloud all day and the clamour of thoughts and reactions in my head had died down. The road twisted and turned and began to feel familiar as if I was making no progress but simply circling
I felt I had reached some kind of mid-point in the journey. Stockholm and the art world was far behind me and I felt familiar with the car and with myself. I had hardly uttered a word outloud all day and the clamour of thoughts and reactions in my head had died down. The road twisted and turned and began to feel familiar as if I was making no progress but simply circling
