Nonsense

I'm just sitting in my flat. Listening to the sounds of Stockholm through the window. It's quiet, emptied, like everyone has left the pulse behind, or taken it with them, to go celebrate the holidays somewhere snowy.
I like the feeling of having the city to myself.

Almost like I'm in a movie with Will Smith, hiding from some ALF.
Pretty cool. Wonder if I can empty the stores of their spring collections tomorrow?
Before the aliens come here and erase it all.

Goodnight!