The first encounter
with someone who counts waves
does not make much sense.

Hordes of white horses
frequently fly above the clouds.
It is impossible to see them.

The estimation of which day
all psychologists stand on their heads.

The connection between where
and how you sit in the chair
when you watch a horror movie
and the night cream you prefer.

The fantastic events
during the dinner with
the Russian contortionist.

The gaze of a butterfly collector.
The strange belly of she
who has devoted her life to the starfish.

Having walked far,
one will suddenly see a dead stone.

The taste of hate.

When you stay outside for a whole night,
mirroring your face in the stars,
many people you know
may in the following days
quite suddenly be thinking
about freckles.

The innermost.

lukk vindu