Day 80. Meetings. Making plans. Chambre separé at hotel Eggers, sooo 19th century: https://www.hoteleggers.se/hotell

Day 78. No memories.

Day 77. Saturday morning. Autumn leaves. The ways they scenograph. I say no more.

Day 76. Working in the exhibition space. We are making a large scale timeline. It will hopefully be a powerful device, facilitating time and space travel.

Day 75. Anon. Shades of grey. All is tagged. "Anonymity is the enemy". Nightmare staged, so much of it is real, here already.

Day 74. Travelling home. Train not delayed. Presented "Scenographing Strindberg" yesterday in Stockholm as part of a great group of scholars. All the thinking, all the work, where does it really go? Lisa Söderberg came, Ylva Sommerland came, so happy to see them. So much audience. So much party.

Day 73. Blogging in the night. When reading Peter Robinson, so much scenographics. Local police, tired, struggling. Pubs. Landscapes. Cityscapes. Offices. Impossible tasks. Life.

Day 72. Meetings and chilly air. Trees are getting naked. Exhibition, now hopefully including a big circle, a real one, a hula hoop. For staging critical questions on and with independent dance and theatre groups.

Day 71. Getting colder here. Fake fur is a la mode. Fakoflage vibrating in city space. Got a fake fur bag in Copenhagen, so tactile, material, and I keep hugging and stroking it. Totally scenographed by stuff and clothes.