Aftertaste You leave the chronicle with the sensation of salt between your teeth and a small bruise of light behind your eyes. The images will not recede cleanly; they will cling like sand in shoe seams. Pojkart 45 asks you to consider your own marks: which ones you show, which ones you hide, which ones you hand to others to rewrite. It insists that the sea is not only a taker but a registrar—and that a town’s history is as much skin-deep as it is deep-sea.
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