It’s not a matter of whether or not it’s art anymore. Nor whether it’s good enough or not. It’s just a matter of being.

If one doesn’t hear where one belongs, one must belong here.

These photos are to remind myself about people I have met and will be meeting. A memory of faces I will forget, or already am forgetting. Being Norwegian, and introvert, and half face blind, and prone to remembering voices instead of faces, and seldom one prone to nostalgia — this is my meditation over the present before it turns into the past.

This is to hold on.

Josteinsfoto (krællalfa) proton.me