But Dad was no longer breathing. That was what had happened to him, the connection with the air had been broken, now it pushed against him like any o… - Karl Ove Knausgård

that is what you do when you breathe, you trespass, again and again you trespass on the world.

Even though the suitcase was heavy I carried it by the handle as I walked into the departure hall. I detested the tiny wheels, first of all because they were feminine, thus not worthy of a man, a man should carry, not roll, secondly because they suggested easy options, shortcuts, savings, rationality, which I despised and opposed wherever I could, even where it was of the most trivial significance. Why should you live in a world without feeling its weight? Were we just images? And what were we actually saving energy for with these energy-saving devices?

That was my only parameter with art, the feelings it aroused. The feeling of inexhaustibility. The feeling of beauty. The feeling of presence.

If you really love me, you have to come to me without demands, I thought but didn’t say, I wanted her to notice on her own.