We are the stories we tell. In this Universe and in this existence, where we live with this duality whether we exist or not and who we are, the stories we tell are the stories that define the potentiality of our existence. A story is the relationship between who you potentially are and the infinite world….
Everybody has a story that they follow.
I am writing a book about a girl who is writing a book that no one will ever read. She knows that she will throw her magnum opus in the garbage can when she is finished. The shadow boy assures her that that is fine, it is just the way it has to be because there are texts that are not meant to be read, only written.
Alldeles olägligt, mitt i en tanke fastnade mina ögon på något som i rimlighetens namn inte alls borde finnas där. Gapande betraktade jag det stora stolta trädet alldeles bredvid cykelvägen. Det var ett vackert askträd. De gröna löven vajade i vinden. Jag gick runt trädet och kände försiktigt på barken. Det föreföll vara ett högst ordinärt träd.
