After Eight Moments…
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Way before the frenzy of the day to come, I stand alone in my borrowed garden, away from everything and everyone. I try to fit, to be a part of the calmness, and the beauty of the dawn. Two turtedoves guard, perched on the edge of the house’s chimney. Taking turns, they look down on…… Continue reading My Odense garden…
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I neatly place the few things doctor Madsen has left on the desk, so that they face the place in the comfortable armchair which I can’t look straight at, still feeling silly for my earlier mistake. I hope I won’t develop a leatherarmchairphobia, but it is clearly not impossible. I’m never going to sit…… Continue reading M – Part Seven
Where am I?
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven… – Led Zeppelin
Oh, I am not worried about gentleness right now… I worry about him being TOO gentle. But I am disappointed to know that I will soon leave the clinic, and probably never see doctor Madsen again, unless he finds something wrong in today’s tests… And if I have to choose, I’d rather pay a…… Continue reading M – Part Six
I love waking up with the city… The temporary calmness that lingers just before the frenzy of the day to come. People slowly emerge, cars run slowly, dogs get walked, the first train waits patiently. You can tell when night switches to day again… The sun has nothing to do with it. It is…… Continue reading Waking…