Taken away with the softest squeeze…

Do you still remember when we were little,
We were playing the park and you asked me, “What happens when we die?”
And I said, "You forget everything. Everything."

"Even you?" You asked.
"Yes. Even me."
You did not want to die, never forget

The remains of what we used to have were taken away with the softest squeeze

"How did I forget? How?"

From Olafur Arnalds – Himininn er ad hrynja, en störnurnar fara pér vel (2008)
More to come on this amazing musician.