A family sit on the train, eating sausages from a large plastic container. A couple move all of their belongings into the bathroom. A young man speaks ardently about a mistake in the translation of Kafka's The Trial. The sky changes colour from black to blue, and as it reaches a particular nuance, all the birds start to sing.
Inger Wold Lund writes short prose based on everyday events. Her art is not in the language as such, but in the excerpts from reality – the narrator's perspective of the world around them. In a way, these pieces of prose are also a call for increased receptivity: how do we see what we see? How much of reality is lost to us because we don't keep our eyes and ears open?
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