I drank short gulps of the tea, ate dry crispbread, butter and sesame seeds. Assertion. In every day, remnants of meaning slid along with me. Darkness we just called darkness.

Everything is behind everything. From the coolest gadgets we find a way to kill boredom. Write me into your lips. A bare piece to chew on, that is what poetry is like down to the smallest details. …brb… I could not forget what should be forgotten.