The following pages are presented in a non-linear narrative structure and therefore this is an epilogue as well as a prologue. There is no such thing as a beginning, nor is there an obvious ending. The book consists of some sort of snapshots, picturing the events of everyday life. Some days are ordinary while others are extraordinary. To separate a picture from these pages would be to take it out of its context. Every picture tells a story, but together they form something more complex. A sequence of youth.



- Frida Vega Salomonsson