o7-o7-o7 if you like that kind of thing.

I am for the first time attempting to translate fiction from English to Swedish. It's fun. The process brings you into the text in a way I wasn't prepared for, but I like it. A lot, actually.

To be perfectly honest, what I feel is that I discover what the author was really saying. As if the real meaning lies hidden beneath the English. Of course I know that isn't so. But it is what it feels like, and it is weird.

The picture has nothing to do with it. It's the top of a south San Jose parking structure. The mountains are at a distance. Straight down is Target and Macy's and everything else.