Naïve. Super

by Erlend Loe

If only I had a feeling that things fit together and that everything will be all right in the end. It would be so good.

We all have our melancholy moments. Days when the feeling of meaninglessness creeps in and we sink into cynicism and sarcasm. Days when we stop believing in love and that everything will be all right in the end.

It makes 24 representations of everything I look at. The most trivial things become attractive patterns. I am forced to reassess the way I see things, things that have become so commonplace that I’ve stopped noticing them.

Money is not important. Money comes and goes. But brothers are important.