Some days I tell myself that my mission is to say something about the art and sometimes the bliss of limitation. And the legibility of landscape. Other days are more dismal. As if I were queueing in the rain outside confessional literature’s nudist colony, mirrors everywhere, blue with cold.
Fredrik Sjöberg, The Fly Trap: A Book about Summer, Islands and the Freedom of Limits
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