Ida Løkås

“I can tell she’s upset, but I can’t be bothered to say anything. Some days are just like that.”

“I bet she likes it hard, from behind, probably likes to get spanked too. I mean, just look at her, she has a serious come-fuck-me-face.”

“I pretend he doesn’t exist, and he does the same with me.”

“I don’t care too much about talking, but I don’t like being alone.”

“I don’t care what other people think about me. Most people are idiots, and they can think whatever they want.”

“Most people don’t have shit… But paper and pencils are cheap, that’s why I draw.”

“Nothing happens. And by that I mean nothing.”

“He calls himself working class, which I think is a bit ironic since he doesn’t work.”

“He’s always complaining about the fucking recession and how the government is working against people like him. He calls himself working class, which I think is a bit ironic since he doesn’t work.”

“Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me.”

“No one answers. It feels as if I’m not there, as if I’m as invisible as the nicotine they’re inhaling.”

“Our apartment is a hotel for losers. A pit stop before the next ride.”

“We look for pretty girls we can say bad things to. No one shows up.”

“I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.”