“When I see you again, it’s exactly like I’m falling to pieces. It’s like it’s raining somewhere. Like old things dying, time making a detour, like I’m breathing in a new orchid.”
—Astrid Roemer, On a Woman’s Madness
“When I see you again, it’s exactly like I’m falling to pieces. It’s like it’s raining somewhere. Like old things dying, time making a detour, like I’m breathing in a new orchid.”
—Astrid Roemer, On a Woman’s Madness