The Institution

Two nights at Långholmen, the old prison that is now a hotel.

A company is holding a conference. S and I guess their industry. If they are playing role-playing games, influenced by the prison.

Outside, the blackbirds are singing as loudly as when Jan Guillou was sitting here for espionage. He is said to have started a trade union for the inmates.

The artist Isaac Grünewald was also here. Detained after a fight on a train platform. The whole group was drunk after the exhibition. Someone threw up inside the station. When the police recognised Isaac and said his name, he snapped. A three-year process followed.

We see an exhibition with Grünewald. In the watercolours, the sun beams through the bars. Books and a red flower in the window. His nose in profile. Romantic.

Reading that the savings expert Günther Mårder is being detained, suspected of serious insider trading.

Meeting at Story Hotel. The hotel manager and I are calling each other Claude again.

Dinner outdoors on a wooden chair just after sunset. A plate of pasta al limone with asparagus. No drink. I am not good business for the restaurant and I leave no tip. Someone tries to lure me and S inside, but I prefer the cold and the warm plate in my hand.

Late morning. Walking to Cafe Poli in Kungsholmen. Stockholm's most Italian café. I feel hungover, even though I haven't been drinking.

The lip balm they threw in at the pharmacy made my lips dry in a day. I had no need for it.

Bought a face cream. Kiehl’s. My face turned red from walking in the sun. Need to buy sunscreen.

Too many products create and satisfy the same need. Sell something that only helps or nothing at all.

The evening is changing. Hard to dress correctly. Will I catch a cold again?

Culture Night. Staying one more night in Stockholm. A friend is playing at the Swedenborg Church. Later, Chopin.

Changing hotels.

It is starting to feel claustrophobic at the Långholmen hotel. I don't want to sleep in a cell.