Incense and innocence
Christmas smelled like tangerine, fire placed and slowly peeled, while waiting in a whiff of resin roast and firewood; and from the woods a hint of moss and mulch. The […]
Daily Archives: October 2, 2018
6:30 on your way to work
No, it wasn’t the rain or the sour scent of unwashed wool, it wasn’t the stinging sound of strangers making up on mobile phones. No, it wasn’t tiredness of Netflix […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 