I’m half way reading the sixth and last part of Karl Ove Knausgard’s Min Kamp (My Struggle). There is a passage in one of these volumes that stuck with me – as did many others – , about the author’s own social behaviour. I wish I could look it up to properly quote the text, but I can’t remember for the life of me where to find it. He wrote, or this is how I remember it, that in social situations, he either had nothing of interest to say, uttering words that were at best general and unremarkable, or, at the other end of the spectrum, he said things that were too personal for the situation. Unable to find some socially accepted middle ground. Making other people feel either bored or uncomfortable. Sometimes I feel I’m like that.
How is this not an excuse to dig up a left over from Norway? Taken with the Fuji.