I received an invitation to an exhebition opening in the post. The artist is someone I used to date. The invitation took me way back in time, to the late 80's my dears. We didn´t date for long, but long enough to leave retainable memories. I still remember how I liked his smell. He lived in a cottage and he always smelled of wood or perhaps the forest. He spoke with a beautiful dialect, he was from Joensuu and I can recall the way he laughed. I used to be a bit of a clown when I was younger and I made him laugh, well, not sure if I was all that funny, he might also have been just kind;)
He has made a name for himself as an artist. I´m very happy for him.
I´m not going to the opening. I wouldn´t know what to say. But I will see the exhebition. There was no drama involved in us breaking up, I believe it was more a coincident. We were supposed to meet in a certain place at a certain time, but I couldn´t make it. And there was no way I managed to let him know, he didn't have a phone in his cottage. I did leave a message at the place were we were supposed to meet, but I doubt he ever received it. So eventually when we met, we were quite distant and far too clumsy somehow to find a way back. And very young.
I do take responsability for what happened. You see, what we used to do was, when we met we decided on our next meeting. But we never had a plan B in case one of us couldn´t make it!
He did something very special for me once, he had a glass porch and one winternight, when he came to meet me at the bus-stop and we had walked through the woods and when we were approaching his cottage I could see it glow in the dark. He had lit the porch with lots and lots of candles. For me. I never forget that glowing cottage.
Nostalgia. On a saturday.




