Date: December 30, 2015

"The brain was gently pulsating within. It resembled a small animal in a grotto. Or the meat of an open mussel."

— Knausgaard, Karl Ove (b. 1968)

Date: December 30, 2015

"A landscape [of the brain] opened up before me. I felt as if I were standing on the top of a mountain, gazing out over a plain, covered by long, meandering rivers. On the horizon, more mountains rose up, between them there were valleys and one of the valleys was covered by an enormous white glac...

— Knausgaard, Karl Ove (b. 1968)

Date: December 30, 2015

"It was as if I were looking into an enormous grotto, at the bottom of which lay a pool filled with red liquid. Sometimes water came splashing in from the right, as if from a huge hose. I had never seen anything like it, for the walls of this grotto were so obviously alive, made of living tissue."

— Knausgaard, Karl Ove (b. 1968)

Date: December 30, 2015

"The sight of the mountains behind the city, so green and haughty, lifted my spirits, and the sight of the brain, its physiological aspect -- the ragged edges of skull within which it had pulsated, the streaming red blood -- was also pleasant to think about, for the bright colors within connected...

— Knausgaard, Karl Ove (b. 1968)