Bokelskere.no

Nothing definite yet. I move in a silence of clear white light. Everything around me is waiting. I dream of being alone on the top of a mountain, surveying the land around me, green and yellows - and the sun directly above, pressing my shadow into a tight ball around my legs. As the sun drops into the afternoon sky, the shadow undrapes itself and stretches out towards the horizon, long and thin, and far behind me. . . .
I want to say here again what I've said already to Dr. Strauss. No one is in any way to blame for what has happened.