It felt like being inside a huge clockwork mounted somewhere high up the tower but actually it was not. We’re standing at the traffic lights at Gotlandsgatan-Östgötagatan crossing in Sodermalm. The tick of the small boxes fixed to the light posts is getting out of sync, the sound is moving like a merry-go-round.
That was Day Eight.
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