mánudagur, febrúar 05, 2007


The snow lies on the streets here differently from anywhere else I have been. I am not sure I could tell you how.

Coming in from the wind, the tiny, striped muscles of my irises are too chilled to relax or contrast, and I cannot focus my eyes.

When the winter air gets inside is so cold it feels like water.

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