Oh, the beauty of it, how to deal with it? How to meet it? - Karl Ove Knausgård

I sat down on the sofa, strangely restless, it was as though the tempo inside me was greater than that outside.

What happens to the bird does not concern it. It was the most radical thought I had ever known. It would free me from all pain, all suffering. What happens to me does not concern me.

The houses where we lived were still standing, all of them. The sole difference, which is the difference between a child’s reality and an adult’s, was that they were no longer laden with meaning.