“That is why I began to write. Because I can hear him in the house. Because time has fallen apart. Because I found a pack of paper on the shelf. Because I’m trying to remember. Because the paper remembers. And there may be healing in sentences.
I’ve seated myself by the window. In front of me is a little pile of papers on which it says that there’s someone in the house and that I can hear him moving around. I’ve written that he’s waiting and that he’s waiting for me. I’ve written that time has fallen apart. I’m getting used to the thought. I’ve written that I’m getting used to the thought and that there is healing in sentences. Maybe.”
From On the Calculation of Volume, by Solvej Balle.