Miluj mě do krve

I was coming back from a completely ordinary shopping trip. Nothing fateful. Nothing that was supposed to have any prior significance. Just a bag in my hand, my body on the way, my head still somewhat outside and yet already at home. That ordinary transition between the world and the room. Between the street and the armchair. Between what is happening outside and what one carries inside. Hloubětín. Home. I sat […]