“...and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked the morning I left, how the train had sped south beneath a sky that was brighter… — Vendela Vida Copy Share Image
“Recently, everything around me felt familiar yet amiss, like the first time you ride in the back seat of your own car.” — Vendela Vida Copy Share Image
There is this sense of time when you're traveling, that the time is not how you know it, but how a country knows it. — Vendela Vida Copy Share Image
“That was the same week my physics teacher taught my class the concept of infinity. I cried about it every night for months.” — Vendela Vida Copy Share Image
When it comes to books...They're like lifelong friends to me; I need to know they're there, even if I don't check in with them… — Vendela Vida Copy Share Image
People pretend things didn't happen. Or so what, they happened, it's okay. Well, it's never okay. It's always ruined. — Vendela Vida Copy Share Image
“...and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked… — Vendela Vida Copy Share Image
“Even the air between them seemed to be dented, waiting to be straightened again.” — Vendela Vida Copy Share Image
