last wednesday I visited the splendid city of Helsinfors, also known as Helsinki. at G18 there was a party for the Ny Tids Poetkalender. the next day, around 11.30 am I nipped in at Kiasma. the orange little wobbly person to the right sat on a bench outside. I quickly went to the Kiasmashop to buy some stickers. when I came back out the thing on the bench was gone.
who was he?or she? where did it come from? what does it do for a living? where does it live? why? so many questions, so few answers.