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.
mánudagur, febrúar 05, 2007
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