My introvert friend

If Oslo were a person, it would be an introvert, deep-feeling, empathetic, always there when needed, yet perfectly content when everyone else is out modernizing and pretending to have a good time. Oslo would be a good friend to those who truly understand them. With this friend, you could talk about anything: art, culture, history, music. But the moment you switch to the language of bling bling, you’d lose them. You’d see the disinterest immediately on their face.

Oslo is an old soul, perhaps more accurately, an innovative soul with a style entirely its own. Unmoved by new trends, authentic to the core. And like within, so without: their inner beauty reflects outward. Let me tell you how beautiful they are, dark green hair, lips full of water, grey-blue eyes, flower-soft lips.

Oslo doesn’t seek the center of attention, yet somehow always ends up there. We don’t do small talk; only deep conversations while walking through the streets. Oslo alternates between solitude and social warmth, and notices the details everyone else misses.