When the Cranes Fly South

by Lisa Ridzén

“That’s just how the brain works. You know, it latches on to things, gets itself all worked up and can’t switch off.”

I can almost always escape into sleep. It’s the place where everything is still as it should be, where I still have a say.

I feel a sudden fondness for the old man in the mirror. It’s not bloody easy, being human.