"Bonjour Monsieur Rousseau!" I exclaim.
"Is it true (...) that you went into the forrest to feel fear?"
'My father is a famous sculptor.
He grew up in a concentration camp (...)'
It worried us that no one was steering the ship.
A train leaves the station
as I walk along the platform at Gare de L'Est (...)
A small girl stands in the ruins.
It is my daughter (...)
(...)
My sister and I always danced along to them.
My mother would shout "STOP!" and we'd stand still for hours
while she painted us.
I stand on the compass rose (...)
(...)
We stepped out of the food chain,
where as plant-eaters we belonged.
Our brains developed unnaturally;
we grew strange, broke apart from the others,
(...)
(...) I saw two small figures far away, by the waterfall.
I waved automatically,
as you often do when you spot someone in the distance.
One day I came home and Maldoror was dead. Perhaps I killed him.
This is the big one.
billeder og tekst af den vanvittig inspirerende NINA STEN-KNUDSEN (:
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Læs teksterne i deres fulde helhed på hjemmesiden (hvor billederne også er hentet):
https://www.ninastenknudsen.com/love-fear-and-evil/
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