Cellar interior
In my cellar I had wine and memories waiting to mature or turn to vinegar. I bottled summer. Winter, Wind. Whispered voices. I waited for my wine to peak — […]
Daily Archives: January 17, 2017
Christmas steak
At Christmas eve, we served a steak on dinner plates my grandma painted, and when we laid the table I could sense the scent of linseed oil and turpentine. She […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 