Your night, stop by stop
The night letter
We grab a notebook and post a letter to each other from a quiet corner of Bjørvika, sealed, not to be opened tonight.
Himkok after hours
We slip into the speakeasy and order whatever the bartender makes when you tell them one thing you're afraid to say out loud.
The Akershus walls
We walk up to the fortress past midnight, read each other the letters by phone light, and decide if we keep them or burn them.