fimmtudagur, september 28, 2006

rúm

Make your bed. Lie in it. Wonder, staring at the ceiling, if the sharp corners at the foot that you neglected to have rounded off have any symbolic significance. Reconcile yourself to barking your shins on them in the middle of the night, starting the day already bruised.

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