miðvikudagur, júní 14, 2006


Odor out of place. The scents hit the nose and make the brain wonder. Eucalyptus today smells like mint. The steam rising through the grates on the University grounds smells of baked goods. Then the synæsthesia kicks in as I pass a planter full of vivid purple flowers of the same species as those in the tiny planter on Frakkastígur I was once charged with watering, and I am awash with the memory of the toasty, malty reek of the nearby brewery. I think it has since been torn down.

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