Flat tidied out. Cupboards, wardrobe, shelves empty. Table and bed bare. Floor actually visible and rid of all the shit that I tend to accumulate far too quickly. It looks exactly how it did when I first arrived. No traces of me, of my life, of my experiences this first year. 2010-11, an unknown stranger was here. So much has happened in this flat – most of which is for me to know and you to find out. And eight, nine months later, it’s gone. Only traces of it is on Facebook and in the depths of my memory. To be forgotten.

Some glorious, joyful, heartwrenching, novel, intoxicated, stress-induced, head-imploding moments. The moments of our lives. The golden age of youth.

(9) NAP ’10-11. It’s been a good year.