Bokelskere.no

"The ghosts are everywhere. I see not just my own gaggle now- who mock me jubilantly at every turn, rejoicing in my downfall- but just about everyone who died here and remained bound to the buildings and streets. Old, young, innocent, guilty, from the distant past and the recent present. They reveal themselves wherever I go. Their resigned eyes follow me sadly, patiently, knowingly, as I stumble by, unwashed, unshaved, clothes torn and filthy, sobbing, moaning, gibbering."