“It’s hot, somewhere else in the world”

Some people pass thru life on the lookout for something that is not there. Spending the days in an attempt to reach unknown elements that evade them and leave behind a perpetual unsatisfied hunger. Like looking for warmth in the middle of a blizzard. An impossible feat and probably, just a question of expectations management. Sven, related to this and he knew the time for a change would eventually catch up with him, one day. The warnings were becoming louder, like a Marshall amp screaming to a crowd in a stadium concert. Ligia had been insistently warning him the north passage was getting harder and harder to cross, each day they stayed behind. Eventually, it would close, leaving them stranded in a hemisphere of solitude as a result of time growing impatient with Sven’s unwillingness to get back in line, with the rest of the adults and do his part in the equation of life.