mánudagur, október 27, 2008

út og suður

Hundreds, maybe thousands of birds twisting like a veil over the cornfields. All ten commandments on billboards by the roadside as if Moses had come down the mountain on a combine. Barn roofs painted with outdated battle flags. Buzzards. I saw a sign flash past at one point, telling us of a crash and that children had died.

mánudagur, október 13, 2008

nöfn húsanna

I was in a village of red sandstone walls and coal grates when I first saw houses with names in place of numbers. Sometime much later I realized that the numbers were place of names and not the other way around.

I've seen many of them since, and I no longer find them so exotic.
Borg
Kot
Sætún
Mánagarður
Svalbarð
Birkihlíð
Gullbringa
Rúst

But I think my favorite is Vinaminni -- Memory of Friends.
 
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