Korridorium

♫ Sil­furstóllinn ♫

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I enter the cor­ri­dor, amazed and a lit­tle spooked. How can it be that after all these years I’m dis­cov­er­ing a cor­ri­dor that leads away from my bed­room? But then, I’ve never pushed against the back wall of my closet before. Now I’m enter­ing rooms that were com­pletely unknown to me before, rooms that I did­n’t even know I did­n’t know about.

I decide to equip myself bet­ter for this expe­di­tion, instead of ven­tur­ing out in paja­mas with­out any gear. I turn back and lie down in bed to make sure that I am well-rested for the adven­ture. When the alarm clock beeps in the morn­ing, I only have hazy mem­o­ries of “some­thing with my wardrobe and a gas lantern in the woods,” which I soon for­get.

The lamp-post: