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About Tromso

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

Seminar with Simen Almås

Listen to "Real Death" by Mount Eerie (from "A Crow Looked At Me") by P.W. Elverum & Sun playlist on desktop and mobile.

Man, what a day! Seriously, Elverum, you wild! I woke up thinking it’d be chill, just another day in this cute little town. But nah, life had other plans.

There's No End by Mattias Evangelista | Phil Elverum Doc