Maja,

The Nørrebrogade calming corridor came back today for its fourth revision. Same room, same coffee, same consultant from Aalborg who keeps saying "stakeholder ecosystem" like it's a place you can visit.

We've cut the canopy trees again. The shopkeepers don't want shade on their windows because the new awning film already does that, and the cyclists don't want planters because the swarm-routing flags any obstacle and reroutes them through Blågårdsgade, which the residents of Blågårdsgade have a position on. So we are, once more, redesigning the street by removing things from it.

I walked home through Assistens. The lindens are blooming. I sat on the bench near H.C.'s grave for twenty minutes and watched a delivery drone hover politely behind a magpie until the magpie left. It felt like a documentary about my own job.

Saw Freja's painting in the link you sent. The yellow one. I haven't written back yet because I wanted to look at it properly first, not on the train. Tell her it's on my wall now. It is — I printed it at the office, which I think counts.

A.

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