dead-ripe season
One of these nights I realised that the blackbirds had ceased singing - it's always something of a sad moment, but yes, it's the time of year again when it's no longer possible to fool oneself. There's also no denying that the mornings are getting chilly again, today I wore a leather jacket already. I just wished we in fact had had a summer; it's been so rainy that the ceiling windows at the university literally have algae growing on them. But there's so many good things piling up for me that I rather rush towards them than grieve over the dying summer...
What's weird is that I feel it comes more naturally to write in English, to think in English. This is when Aki Kaurismäki left Sweden; the thought of gradually losing his mother tongue was just too horrifying.
I've decided to perceive it as gaining one.
What's weird is that I feel it comes more naturally to write in English, to think in English. This is when Aki Kaurismäki left Sweden; the thought of gradually losing his mother tongue was just too horrifying.
I've decided to perceive it as gaining one.