Naïve. Super

by Erlend Loe

The size and complexity of the universe makes me feel so small and free of responsibility. It makes me feel that the only meaningful thing to do is to try and have a good time.

My brother nods. He asks me whether I have ever considered thinking less. I tell him I consider it all the time, but that it’s not that easy.

There is no time. There is a life and a death. There are people and animals. Our thoughts exist. And the world. The universe, too. But there is no time. You might as well take it easy. Do you feel better now? I feel better. This is going to work out. Have a nice day.

I still don’t know if things fit together, or if everything will be all right in the end. But I believe that something means something. I believe in cleansing the soul through fun and games. I also believe in love.