I put my dark glasses on.
Since July, I own four pairs of sunglasses for the first time in my life. Always had only one. All have different tints through which I see different worlds.
Sometimes I see a dull-yellow world like I’m in a Kieslowki film, living a double life like Veronique.
Sometimes I see a darkly world like I’m living in a Transtromer poem.
Every time I put my dark glasses on, I’m reminded of these breathtaking lines from Tomas Transtromer’s Morning Bird Songs: