I am on the boatWhat is the aim of our journey?This is not consideredThe practice of remembering thingsUnknown
We are not movingWe will never moveThis is the centerof the conundrum
I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...
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