For Me, Personally, It Is

I Never Read The Translation Before Publication. The Most Important Things For Me Is That The Emotion Is Captured In Such A Way That The Feelings That Are In The Original Are There, Much More Than The Details, If They Are Right Or Wrong.

And It's A Disquieting Thought That Not Even The Past Is Done With, Even That Continues To Change, As If In Reality There Is Only One Time, For Everything, One Time For Every Purpose Under Heaven. One Single Second, One Single Landscape, In Which What Happens Activates And Deactivates What Has Already Happened In Endless Chain Reactions, Like The Processes That Take Place In The Brain, Perhaps, Where Cells Suddenly Bloom And Die Away, All According To The Way The Winds Of Consciousness Are Blowing.

You Don’t Think When You Play Music, You Just Try To Play And Be In It. It Is The Same For Me When The Writing Is Going Really Well. It’s The Same Kind Of Feeling. I’m Just In It. It’s Not The Words, It’s Not The Sentences, I’m Not Aware Of It. Then It’s Good.

The Way We Deny Death Says Something About How We Live Our Lives, Doesn't It? At Least In Sweden Or Scandinavia, You Don't Have To Search Further Back In Time Than Maybe Three Generations To Find Another Way To Relate To Death. People Then Had A Different, Closer Relationship With Death; At Least It Was Like That In The Countryside.

Shame Tells You When You've Gone Too Far. Then You Try If It's Okay To Go Too Far. And It Might Be So That Shame Was Right. You Can Never, Never Know That.