Autumn. Spring. And autumn again.
Valede kataloog. Inglise aed. Tõnu Õnnepalu Valede kataloog was an entertaining read. Not entertaining in any conventional sense of the word. It's just that reading the words, written by someone you have spent long evenings drinking tea with, have prayed and meditated together with, it is impossible not to hear him speak the words. Even morbid words take on a certain playful quality when you hear Tõnu's voice speaking them. Like he means them, and he doesn't. Make no mistake, the words are morbid. It seems as if he's walking the thin line between clinging to life and surrendering to death. For many chapters in a row. But when his voice comes to you through the pages, and you hear him say it, see him say it, it makes you smile. It even makes you laugh, the way tasting really good whiskey makes you laugh. The taste on your tastebuds is bitter, which by nature should make your facial muscles contort, but the silky-smooth texture, the smokey and peaty undertones are