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 Barn roofs painted with outdated battle flags.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.

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