DejaVu – Book

The smell of a fish bar mixed with iodine, carried by the wind from Sweden. The taste of lemon ice cream on a scorching day, when lunch feels like too much effort. A love that reveals itself not through desire, but through a deep sense of being accepted. Fully feeling the surroundings, infinite joy, being here and now, when nothing distracts you. Perceiving money like a tiny ship on the horizon— you hear its hum but never remember it exists. You only see the setting sun, with which the ship could never truly compete.

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