WINTER

t is strange that you exist, but you dont know anything about what the world looks like. Its strange that there is a first time to see the sky, a first time to see the sun, a first time to feel the air against ones skin. Its strange that there is a first time to see a face, a tree, a lamp, pyjamas, a shoe. In my life that almost never happens anymore. But soon it will. In just a few months , I will see you for the first time. In Winter, we rejoin the great Karl Ove Knausgaard as the birth of his daughter draws near. In preparation fo...[Read more]