It fractures if you thread on it. It falters when your eyes harden. It is bewildered by this forever present turmoil of large, frightening words and sentences. But then you take my hand. You hold it firmly and you don't let go - you smile just like that, like only you can, from the depth, from the bottom of all that you are. And I'm still on stage. With you as the sole audience. As reluctant and just as sublime as I am. I try to move away, but my feet betray me and the steps take me in the wrong direction. Theater. While the seams break and our skin becomes visible through the splices.
We have to stop now.
Jónsi – Hengilás
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