Idag åker jag ner till Småland, och risken är att bloggen blir lite lagom ignorerad under den kommande veckan. Tillsvidare bjuder jag på ett av mina favoritcitat, från Margaret Atwoods Cat’s Eye. Läs och njut.
Now it’s full night, clear, moonless and filled with stars, which are not eternal as was once thought, which are not where we think they are. If they were sounds, they would be echoes, of something that happened millions of years ago: a word made of numbers. Echoes of light, shining out of the midst of nothing.
It’s old light, and there’s not much of it. But it’s enough to see by.