I loved this piece so much. Isn’t it absurd that we didn’t meet in Seattle in the 90s?! We probably passed one another on the street. But I was a wide-eyed dweeb from the backwoods, juggling temp jobs, gigging at the opera (makeup), making bad poetry and worse advertorials, taking Italian lessons in Pioneer Square. Avoiding all things Nordic for fear of getting sucked back under the bell jar. In Oslo, on the boulevard up to the palace, quotes by Ibsen are embedded in the sidewalks. Maybe we should meet there --
I loved this piece so much. Isn’t it absurd that we didn’t meet in Seattle in the 90s?! We probably passed one another on the street. But I was a wide-eyed dweeb from the backwoods, juggling temp jobs, gigging at the opera (makeup), making bad poetry and worse advertorials, taking Italian lessons in Pioneer Square. Avoiding all things Nordic for fear of getting sucked back under the bell jar. In Oslo, on the boulevard up to the palace, quotes by Ibsen are embedded in the sidewalks. Maybe we should meet there --