I Am So 100 Percent Swedish... Someone

I Want To Stop. I Want To Stay On Fårö, And Read The Books I Haven’t Read, Find Out Things I Haven’t Yet Found Out. I Want To Write Things I Haven’t Written. To Listen To Music, And Talk To My Neighbors. To Live Together With My Wife A Very Calm, Very Secure, Very Lazy Existence, For The Rest Of My Life.

I Think I'm Swedish Because I Like To Live Here On This Island. You Can't Imagine The Loneliness And Isolation In This Country. In That Way, I'm Very Swedish - I Don't Dislike To Be Alone.

Sometimes I Go For Days Without Speaking To A Soul. I Think, “i Should Make That Call", But I Put It Off. Because There’s Something Pleasurable About Not Talking. But Then I Love Talking, So It’s Not That. But Sometimes It Can Be Nice. It’s Not Like I Sit Here Philosophizing, Because I’ve No Talent For That. It’s Just This Thing About Silence That’s So Wonderful.

My Discovery Of Tarkovsky's First Film Was Like A Miracle. Suddenly, I Found Myself Standing At The Door Of A Room The Keys Of Which Had, Until Then, Never Been Given To Me. It Was A Room I Had Always Wanted To Enter And Where He Was Moving Freely And Fully At Ease.

Everything Is Worth Precisely As Much As A Belch, The Difference Being That A Belch Is More Satisfying.