Oslo Graffiti

It is quiet here, both in town and in the house. People look serious. Not strange of course, after the attacks.

My mother is in the hospital with multiple, serious fractures after fainting from a heart murmur. She will get a pacemaker on Monday and hopefully get back home in a few weeks, but she has to learn to walk in stairs again, the house is full of stairs. I hope she is up up it, and I'm not sure how worried I should be about the heart murmur. It is the problem of knowing too much and too little at the same time. Today some friends are coming over to help me clean the house and sort out the garden. Take the carpet off the stairs among other things.

I'm worried about my mother, I'm not ready to let her go yet. I don't think I ever will be.

Graffiti from a passage way close to the hospital. I like it, but everything feels irrelevant now.