The Splinter
One summer day, I was sitting with a few friends on a balcony in Aarhus Ø. In the middle of everything, I felt a sharp pain in my toe. It was a splinter from one of the balcony's wooden planks.
Then I looked down at the floor. The wood was grey, dry, and rough, and it hadn't seen oil in a long time. That's what a board looks like when the oil layer has broken down. The sun has dried out the wood, moisture gets in, and the fibres rise. Those are the ones you get in your foot.


