When I walk around in Gothenburg, I usually look straight ahead. That is where advertising is located. Onwards and upwards. I rarely look down. But when I step off the tram in the drizzling rain on a Monday morning on my way to the office, I look down so as not to get water in my eyes. That is when I see it. The kissing box.

It's a dashed out box about a square meter in area. In the middle it says with big red letters: "Kiss Box". My face is suddenly hit by a smile. I lift up my eyes and straighten my back.

A few weeks later, the sun shines in Masthugget and I just happen to have a box of crayons in my backpack. I walk up the hill on my way home and see a perfect spot for a crayon drawing. Even the early ancient cave dwellers painted their walls with chalk. It's my asphalt too.