I have been to hell and back- and let me tell you it was wonderful
Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.
Jeg innrømmer at jeg kjøpte Honorifics for omslaget. Jeg leste boken to ganger for innholdet.
“Being sleepless was as if walking through dark woods – like a brother and sister left in the dark forest – scattering pieces of bread behind or dropping torn and crumpled pages of his memory.”