’88 is coming to the end, the photos below origins from a number of rolls that I shot on a short trip to London. These (and the others from the trip) may represent the end of my days in my home town, though being captured in another town. After the trip, I worked a few more months to earn the money for a one-way ticket to Island. In January ’89, I quit work and left Stockholm for good. The London trip was good for me in the sense that I learnt there might be something else, not that I’m sure I ever found it, but anyway.
Hasse, a friend of me at the time
This was about the last time I would walk subway passages on a regular basis.