One infection caused pathological sensitivity to ordinary spring rain. There are few things that harbor the bittersweet imprint of human lust to a greater extent than the sound of silvery drops of water in the dying night. But spring doesn’t kill the night completely – and the effects of this particular infection were awful. No one managed to figure out what caused it and how it spread. It seemed to emerge randomly and instantly, causing the rain to burn the skin like acid. Before long, governments imposed curfews when the skies were heavy in May. Continue reading “Infections”
Günter’s house was burnt to the ground. He died in the fire. The work has turned to ash.
I remember our conversations.
Talk held for the Swedish Academy on 1 September 2017
Ladies and Gentlemen,
The King takes a shit in his chambers. There is blood in the stool. There are throbs of pain in his belly. He is dying. Continue reading “The King Shits Blood”