My name is Alaina and this is
my commonplace book, circa 2007 - present.
I open the first door.
It is a large sunlit room.
A heavy car passes outside
and makes the china quiver.
I open door number two.
Friends! You drank some darkness
and became visible.
Door number three. A narrow hotel room.
View on an alley.
One lamppost shines on the asphalt.
Experience, its beautiful slag.
—Tomas Tranströmer