On the plane over to Reykjavik from Seattle, I watched "Horizons", a documentary on sculptor Steinunn Thórarinsdóttir. She said she enjoyed her public art piece at the Keflavik airport because every visitor is forced to see it.
On my way out, and the beginning, or the middle, of a very long day of travel, I saluted my morning chicken sandwich to the four figures facing each direction of travel.
And if you think a chicken sandwich is a strange choice for breakfast, it is not, as it wasn't really breakfast, though it was 8 a.m., but it was the 25th hour I would be awake in what would be 40 hours of semi consciousness.
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