…jag klistrar post-it lappar mellan människor..ibland med bokstäver ibland utan…ibland finns massor med lappar med bokstäver, ibland inga alls..för det mesta är dom första lapparna fyllda men sen…räcker inte bläcket till för att fylla…postit lappen…en del gånger försvinner lappen innan jag klistrat upp den…vet att den var fullskriven men sen…borta!…bläcket tar oxå slut o det enda jag kan göra är att sitta där med ett tomt postit block o en torr kulspetspenna…

Max Richter – Gillian Anderson / The Waves : Tuesday


I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ’til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. V