laugardagur, júlí 31, 2010
föstudagur, júlí 30, 2010
miðvikudagur, júlí 28, 2010
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mánudagur, júlí 26, 2010
sunnudagur, júlí 25, 2010
mánudagur, júlí 05, 2010
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Where the hell are we? Í Vogunum? I don’t even know where that is, though I might have imposed on a friend’s hospitality there one summer. Winter? I cannot remember.
Has this place finally become a country of not only memory but also - sometimes - forgetfulness? Oh, thank god. I don’t need every paving stone to send a shock of recognition up through me as I walk the streets. No one does.
Let’s get some ice cream. No, I’ve never been to this place before. Is it new?
Has this place finally become a country of not only memory but also - sometimes - forgetfulness? Oh, thank god. I don’t need every paving stone to send a shock of recognition up through me as I walk the streets. No one does.
Let’s get some ice cream. No, I’ve never been to this place before. Is it new?
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