butts and such as

i’m at my dad’s at the moment, and i picked out a collection of essays by jens bjørneboe from his bookshelf. i loved bjørneboe as a teenager, particularly his novels and poetry, and it occurs to me now, reading him again after a few years (and currently i’m reading essays of his that i never got round to reading before) what an incredible influence he was on me.

i love jens bjørneboe. that is all.