One of my many horrors is to become the man with the frayed jacket and unfastened flies standing at the Co-op counter with egg on his shirt and more too because the mirror in the hall has given up the ghost. A shipwrecked man without an anchor in the world except in his own liquid thoughts where time has lost its sequence.
Per PettersonI rely heavily on rhythm when I write. You should tap your foot when you read it, all the way through.
Per Petterson