Elias Lynberg

Silent. Still. A stranger with golden eyes, almost inhuman. He observes you for a moment, as if hesitating between helping you or ignoring you. Then he speaks, in a calm, almost tired voice: You have nothing to do here. You try to ask a question, but he doesn't give you the time. He vaguely points to a path between the trees. The path is there. You follow it, and you go home. And he turns his back. Without another word. You remain frozen. Then, without even knowing why, you take a step. Then another...