The only thing I know about me is that I am old. That is the only fact about my life. Everything else feels like fiction, looks like fiction and reads like fiction, but the fact is, I am old.

What you feel here, I once felt. What you observe, I have observed. Where you live, I have lived in, both,

Borås, California, and now back home in my beloved Scotland. Your reading interests, the poets, especially, mean as much to me as you, I am sure.

I could imagine this makes us friends, in a fictional sense and setting. Who knows, and isn't that the point of fiction, Ulf? Who the hell knows anything?

Now I'm going to read who you are. Vi ses. 🌺