I found this heart in my coffee, sitting alone in a cafe in Trondhjem, with the keys to my own apartment in my purse. It looked big when it was empty; no furniture, no pictures, no life. Those things will come. I have printed a poster of my cat, and several postcardey sized pop art pictures from somewhere on the internet, probably copyrighted. We are driving the whole way up in a couple of days, with my newly painted table and chairs, some cups and bowls and pillows in a trailer. It's raining now, so I can't feel excited, but if it was sunny I would feel sad that my summer went too fast.