Anna Arno. Slow movement of dead stars
18+ These translations should have been released a couple of months ago, in the month of August, where they belong. But maybe there is something right in the fact that they are coming out now, at the end of October, when we all so desperately need a letter from August, arranged with dried roses. The letter is like a promise, an assurance that summer will repeat itself, and there will be room in it for boredom, and for memories, and even for nightmares in the stuffiness of summer sleep.