White

This work is about the last winter, spent alone in a small wooden house filled with snow. About silence. About the opportunity to forget your sorrows. It's about how all the thoughts that disturbed fly out of your head and turn into a little light lump that follows you inviolently, but no longer attacks. About getting very weak but staying with a straight back. It's about how it is to slowly build up after severe shocks alone. About being small and naked in a world whose wounds bind snow.

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