"and whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond cutter's tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end."
salman rushdie, the ground beneath her feet
vad som ar varldar och vad som inte langre ar,
vi koper secondhand pa gatan och kladerna luktar exakt som en van jag inte langre har
jag skriver mycket
men bara om platser vi besoker, romaner jag laser och lappar jag vill kyssa
var ar fiktionen
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