With Jagoda Marinić you can shout your song into floods of stars … or up to the dirty ceiling of your room … and she’ll make it feel good all the same. With a slight motion or a single word she lets you sense the thin skin of ideas, ideals or new mornings. The pitch-black night however is but a hunting lodge to her eyes. She knows about hunting. She knows about getting caught. She writes novels, Short-Stories, Essays, Non-Fiction-Books. She is: a beauty, of course. A rebel, of course. A scheme in silver. A blade of meaning. Tenderness. A humming sound. A shadow sliding over you. An inflamed paper boat, send out on the water, for all good wishes.