"The word 'time' split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time." -Mrs.Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Tried to find a letterbox

but couldn't.

It's the only one within walking distance from where I live, and it had fairly specific instructions, but when the final step is to overturn a loose stone and the entire building and sidewalks nearby are made of stone, it gets a bit difficult.

I definitely overturned flakes of slate with my toes instead of loose rocks hiding a tupperware container. I tried every loose-looking rock I could find. Did somebody remove it? Was I on a wild-goose chase?

Just makes me feel I should be extra specific with my instructions for my letterbox trail. Getting stuck on the very last step is a real bummer.

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