Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir

We say no more on the matter and she asks me to help her find a word, an adjective to qualify something that falls on mankind, although not necessarily something of a meteorological nature, like rain, but a word associated with the apocalypse of the human soul and heart, but not in any direct way, more indirectly, like rain in the soul and nature oozing tears, she explains to me. Something like the smell of a birch tree in the rain, just one word. The obstetrician claims that no word could encompass that much, no single word could ever be that big.

Then I truly feel like a living being in the middle of this garden of the dead, I'm most definitely alive in here.

The only thing mothers have in common with each other is the fact that they slept with a man while they were ovulating without the appropriate protection