„Do you still remember when we were little? When we were playing in the park and you asked me what happens when you die. I said you forget everything … everything. “Even you?” you asked. Yes, even me. You did not want to die. Never forget. The remains of what we used to have were taken away with the softest squeeze. How did I forget? How…“
[Ólafur Arnalds, Himinninn er að hrynja, en stjörnurnar fara þér vel]
2024/12/04