A fragment of the Garden of Remembering


The wrong ones reveal angry Finnish grandmums and the correct ones reveal only a little mould and an overwhelming smell of death.

To the devil with propriety... open a door. But do not get beaten to death by a finnish grandmum. Be sure it is the right kind of door.

The dear ones were missing, so I offered an unformed idea. Unfortunately, it ended with a mouldy refrigerator.


In english, that word has far too many meanings. There is a character that opens doors. She asks questions, seeks answers, builds her own little worlds.

Do you open doors?
Do you shut them in your wake?