And Bodil Malmsten writes (in De från norr kommande leoparderna):
You cannot come back to what you’ve never left behind, you are what you are and you carry your house around whereever you go, your shell of light and music.
What is it that I have not left behind? But, more importantly, what have I? Where can’t I go back?
A gaze in which simply moving is enough.
Katja Malmborg 