Landscape June 21, 2014 11:04:12 AM – 11:06:20 AM

The coffee I am drinking tastes like the innermost of my socks. Desert, my beloved och darkness in the green glass. The plain turns into darkness and stone. Nightfall in the evening, the lights in the city, everything sleeping, everything growing. Rain meteor. For every layer of meaning the rocks.

The books sketched their own direction.

My sentences are crowded and lack the precise movements of days.