Alive and cooking
I originally met Eric at the final party, during Distortion Festival, but misplaced him shortly before leaving for the first after party. Thinking he had gone to a different party, I didn’t put much thought into it. But whereas I never went to sleep that night, apparently Eric woke up in the hospital, asking the nurse which country he was in, and what the date was. To his defence though, he did have a plane ticket for the next day. Today I found Eric again, working at the vegetarian kitchen Morgenstedet, in Christiania. A little confused, but radiantly happy.