Yesterday was too much,
I don’t want any more
the only thing I see now is
this stone floor-cold city,
The core of these rows
an institution for dying flesh
joy-sterilized by apathy
monotonous death-bringing concrete
My heart barely beats
I get nauseated when moving
(sample from a Swedish children’s show)
"A hermit, what does this say? a hermit wants to live alone, he can’t stand the sights or sounds of other people"
"I’ve reached a conclusion, there’s no place for me in this world"
"my book isn’t for sale, and I don’t want to be disturbed by anyone. Good bye"
a soul colored like ashes
a city, a block of misery
continuous woe
