Hi Julie,

Thanks for reading, though I'm curious as to where you read these contradictions. Always interesting to see things through the eyes of others.

Best regards,

Espen.

I remember writing this in my room. Looking out of the window there's a fruit tree revealed only by a branch that dips into the square frame(depending where you sit, of course), with the backdrop of the blue sky. From here things get vague, but it has to do with relying on memory to confirm unseen surroundings and how fragile that can be. To me, memory and imagination are closely linked, and the less I remember the more I assume,- to the point where whatever rests in the garden below, or under that parasol becomes strange, perhaps even frightening.
So, to answer your question would be to betray the question in the write. However, I'm very pleased that you asked because my memory of that morning has become more hazy and I'm more inclined to ask myself the same question.

Explaining poems can be a real killer, but this is a workshop after all. Kill your darlings is a good way to grow.

Hope this was helpful, and don't hold back any other questions you might have.

Best regards,

Espen.

A sincere thanks to you for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed the write.

Best wishes,

Espen.

It's refreshing to hear one's lines being bent in new directions. Thanks for sharing your view. It's greatly appreciated.

Best regards,

Espen.

Thank you, once more, for your treasured attention.

Yours,

Espen.