Winter. It made things visible.

“That there can still be as-yet untranslated fiction by [Tove] Jansson is simult…”

“Books mean all possibilities. They mean moving out of yourself, losing yourself…”

“I fall in love. More figuratively speaking, I am walking along the road one day…”

“Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosai…”