Nothing can mean
that which it ought to mean.
Nothing can mean…
This relates to last week's Swedish post, though the poem (which I'm rather happy with, actually) is older both in Swedish and English. Re: "a day like this", I don't exactly have a headache today but I am hideously tired.
Now I should give the computer back to my girlfriend and force myself to look through the Gothenburg Film Festival catalogue. Or sleep a bit and maybe do the last bit of the day as not-a-zombie. Ciao.