laugardagur, júlí 08, 2006

kunna, geta

I have many unusual abilities. Such things are come by in odd ways.

I learned a language almost alone by piecing together sincere descriptions of my thoughts and fears as if with tiles scavenged from ancient mosiacs. I would then hurl them from my window into the blackness of space. Somehow they did not shatter.

I can fold a fitted sheet into something nearly square. I marvelled the first time I saw someone, a nurse, perform this feat. Now I can do it myself.

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