LIVE REPORT: ArcTanGent 2025 – Wednesday & Thursday
I don’t know if I believe – but maybe you can teach me how to heal?
I don’t know if I believe – but maybe you can teach me how to heal?
To love me is to suffer me.
Like a last breath, smothered by the wind.
Does not my countenance resemble yours?
Flokefull veg frå fyrndetid.
Why do we grasp at eternity, when we know it will leave us behind?
Everything has its boundaries, including your grief.
Carry the weight on your tiny shoulders.
Breathe out the stories that ask to be told.