Gaze

Gaze

It’s sommar. Custom doctor sommar. Heitebølgja has jaga most of what can crawl and go to the beach. Ho finds himself in a small space right next to a family with two children who mostly stayed in the lake. A book, a magazine, a soft beach mattress and an MP3 in the island. Ho is ready to shut the verda out and let the sun bake itself brown and soft and tough as heimelaga caramel on a hot pan. Must smile for himself from the absurd saman…