sunnudagur, júlí 30, 2006


Do not underestimate the sense of dislocation and that attaches to realizing that the end of the month has come and also that there is no reason to think about paying rent. No need to find the checkbook, locate a stamp, or make panicked online transfers. No need. You hold no lease at the moment, and you do not have a key to anything.

You might fight this sensation by plunking yourself down on a bench by the seaside and sketching distant mountains. The tide between you will rise and fall, but the jagged horizon stays blessedly still.

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