jeg bøjer mig
i neon

og putter dine tårer
i mikroovnen

Det var i dag, det hele gik i stå
og hvert hjerte, i hver en kattekilling
pludselig stoppede med at slå

Det var i dag, det hele gik af led
og hver pilot, i hver en lille flyver
pludselig styrtede ned

Det var i dag, hvert et lys gik ud
og alle hjerter, i alle unge piger
pludselig stod for skud

Det var i dag, du glemte hvem du var
og alle folk du mødte, på hver en ensom vej
var sære fremmede, som ikke havde nogen svar

Dear Dr. Emma B.

I am delighted to tell you, that I will be joining you at the School of English at Kent come September.

Regards,
Maya

jeg har først lige fattet hvad det er der er på spil som gør mig ked af det. det er ligesom kærestesorger, men det er noget helt andet, det er det ikke-skete, det er mulighederne der slukkes på en grå kontakt. og det er noget af det, jeg har allersværest ved.

er blevet meget klogere
og meget mindre sikker

"She was in the circus too

We were both just ruthless, rootless scatterbrains

who felt most at ease in the vacant space

between this endless highway

and the next

We found each other

and found pleasure

in mirroring our existential issues

in each others souls

I don't recall the color of her eyes

just the image of myself

on their surface

We could put up with each other for a while

not for long

but a single, ageless summer

is still some kind of time, right?

It could have been so much worse"

"He was in the circus too

had dark green eyes, and black curly hair

Maybe that was what I fell for

the rest of him surely wasn't worth a second glance

He was a slacker, a space cadet

with the bag full of tricks and cheap philosophy

and I knew from the start

neither to hang in nor hang around

But through that single summer

we shared a present future

And a single summer

is still some kind of time, right?

Or at least a much-needed recess from real existence"