Can I be in this landscape? When you touch me, when our bodies are quite close, we are part of each other. Darkness we just called darkness. In every day remnants of meaning slid along with me. The Town of Avedöre, three forgotten bars of a pop hit. And another day: A shy room, an intimate room. Can writing be shy? What shall we do with the violent sky? The books sketched their own direction. Around hesitant stars we came up with names for things.