Conversation November 25, 2014 6:44:23 PM – 6:47:38 PM

You answered like that. Someone unfolds my thoughts and turns them into a bright future.

I flick through the pages of some random book. I drank short gulps of the tea, ate dry crispbread, butter and sesame seeds.

A shy room, an intimate room. When I woke up, my dreams had always left a trap behind. Something was dull (was dull) between my fingers.