Recently, everything around me felt familiar yet amiss, like the first time you ride in the back seat of your own car.
Vendela VidaPeople pretend things didn't happen. Or so what, they happened, it's okay. Well, it's never okay. It's always ruined.
Vendela VidaEven the air between them seemed to be dented, waiting to be straightened again.
Vendela VidaThat was the same week my physics teacher taught my class the concept of infinity. I cried about it every night for months.
Vendela Vida...and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked the morning I left, how the train had sped south beneath a sky that was brighter than it had been in weeks. It had pulsed with reds and oranges, as though hiding a beating heart.
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