→ May 2013
it is terrible to destroy a person’s picture of himself in the interests of truth or some other abstraction
→ May 2013
for a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted lika a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. but they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.
→ May 2013
fyrverkerier i björkarna
solvarm hud
förbannat jävla äckellycklig idag
