Staffan Westerberg travels through time, heading towards the final station, with the trembling life in the luggage. The playful coincides with the generous, the calm with passion.
Two centimeters left. It is not much.
– It depends on how long the road is, reminds the tape measure.
“You never know that,” says the snail.
A decimeter, a meter, or even a whole kilometer?
But it may be too much to ask of life, to know I mean.