When I run up the hill and the hill defeats me I thank the hill for being there, so hard and long and strong.
When I am in SihlCity I like to walk under the freeway. I seek out the shadows, so long and strong on this September evening.
I see a list of things that people want to do before they die. The most striking says: die before my daughter. It’s so simple and direct and beautiful.
On the hill at the castle there is a giant radio made out of cardboard. The sky is clear and blue so for now our fragile dreams are safe inside the cardboard box.
When I sit on benches in the sun on the edge of things I always wonder what I am doing in such a lonely place. But really it is not lonely. I am here and I like it. So simple and direct and beautiful.