tales of the landlord.
two weeks ago,
she asked me everyday
if i'll go out.
i don't know why
and i didn't want to ask.
probably to buy her cigarettes.
once there appeared
a tin of tea in the kitchen.
she kept asking,
whose tea that is.
over and over again.
the thing was
the only person drinking tea
is her.
she asked me everyday
if i'll go out.
i don't know why
and i didn't want to ask.
probably to buy her cigarettes.
once there appeared
a tin of tea in the kitchen.
she kept asking,
whose tea that is.
over and over again.
the thing was
the only person drinking tea
is her.
she forbade me to whistle
in the apartment.
because if you do,
the money goes away.
that's what her mother said.
whatever that means.
i thought it was a joke.
i'm not sure anymore.
most of the time
she's only wearing her nightdress.
during the day.
with 64 years.
the freezer smells like vodka.
the internet.
all pictures by swedish photographer patrik lindell.
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