My head feels like a sieve. Things are being poured in, but as a consequence other things pour out. I forget, come late, talk incoherently. Why things keep on coming from all angles, I don’t know. Maybe it won’t ever calm down.
So sometimes, I just want to do like Cecilia and Isak. Buy a puppy. Nothing can pull you back to Earth like a puppy. Nothing is as enthusiastic and bursting with life. A little furry black ball of pure joy, is what she is. Little Embla.
Katja Malmborg 