Atopia

Notes from Nowhere

þriðjudagur, nóvember 29, 2005

Winter come

I wish you could see this beautiful quiet sky with me. Light blues and pinks and a single bright orange cloud catching the sun over the horizon.. Delicate but not kitsch, cold but not unfeeling, grey but never bleak. Clouds accumulating from the sky and the horizon due south, colour slowly ebbing to grey. My dear, Winter, I would walk with you, embrace you, call you on the 'phone, sing to you... I wish that you would stand here with me xxx

fimmtudagur, nóvember 17, 2005

Battery

How is it that I remember myself so uniquely, popping out of town on a bus to buy a battery to start the car? Something about the locality speaks of a deep breath; the boarded up bingo hall, the sea not so far. Like an opening, an expansion, as the blue sky echoes infinite, the promise of winter starts delivering. The people, behind the counter, old boys all or old boys to be, cheerful and friendly (and I'm sure equally able of the opposite), unpretentious, unhurried, rooted. A lunch break brings me home somewhere slower than this mad city and my mad city dreams. Oh that my car never starts again.. Or that I ride away more often to places like this once more.