" Growing up in the seventies and the eighties is a joke. We don’t do anything. And what we do do is just nonsense. I write to recapture my lost gravity. That’s what I do. But of course it serves no purpose. You know where I sit. You know what I do. My life is so trivial. And my enemies, they’re so trivial. It’s not worth wasting your strength on. But there’s nothing else. So here I sit, thrashing around in my bedroom. "
― Karl Ove Knausgård , Min kamp 2 (Min kamp #2)