In the city I saw a stranger, a man, very thin and all alone. He looked quite sad. As it was a beautiful, sunny, and pleasantly mild day, I saw no reason for this. Just before this vacation I had been reading a lot of existential literature on my morning commutes. I thought: if you see something like this, you should probably say something. I was alone myself. The man did not look very intimidating, only sad. I decided to talk to him directly rather than report him to an Official.
I asked him had he seen the poster behind him: there was something nearby to be enjoyed. And, besides, it was too lovely a day to be wallowing in the shadows. How many such days could one possibly get in Reykjavik? Shall we go?
