‘I dream that I’m back on Earth. It’s the last day before going away on the Six Thousand Ship. Everything stands out so clearly, the way it does in grief, when all senses are awakened. There’s the sky, pouring out its light, its blue water over the woods I walk through on my way to the station. There are the trees with all their leaves, the leaves that turn and spin like mirrors in the summer air. There’s the smell of the soil, and warm asphalt, the sounds of animals and birds. The noise of traffic at the junction. The breeze as it soothes my face, and the sound if makes in my ears. The sun in my mouth as a gape up at the great star.’
Olga Ravn, The Employees
Absence Club 