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  • Jen602har citeretfor 2 år siden
    All things must have an end.
    A worm has two
  • SashaBayrakov Shar citeretsidste år
    I want to wake beneath a sky that is grey and miserable, but which creates a space of colossal dimensions in a second, when the light comes ashore.
  • SashaBayrakov Shar citeretsidste år
    I want to wake beneath a sky that is grey and miserable, but which creates a space of colossal dimensions in a second, when the light comes ashore.
  • SashaBayrakov Shar citeretsidste år
    A horizon is what I want, and I want solitude. Healthy solitude, and I want intimacy, true intimacy. I no longer want to be anyone but myself.
  • SashaBayrakov Shar citeretsidste år
    ‘I have come here often,’ she writes. ‘A whole childhood, every single day. All these arrivals are false, because in reality I was born here. Here I can do nothing but return.’
  • SashaBayrakov Shar citeretsidste år
    But that’s just one side of the coin, Kerstin, I think. The other is this: the place you come from is not somewhere you can ever return. It no longer exists, and you have become a stranger. Too urbanized, too acculturated, too loud to assimilate, but all identity is formed in the schism.
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