The difference between flying in an airplane, walking, and riding a
bicycle is the same as that between looking through a telescope, a
microscope, and a movie camera. Each allows for a particular way of
seeing. From an airplane, the world is a distant representation of
itself. On two legs, we are condemned to a plethora of microscopic
detail. But the person suspended over two wheels, a meter above the
ground, can see buy anabolics steroids online things as if through the lens of a movie camera: he can
linger on minutiae and choose to pass over what is unnecessary.
Nowadays, only someone sensible enough to own a bicycle can claim to
possess an extravagantly free spirit when he puts on a hat, leaves the
writing room, or "room of phantoms," and runs down the stairs to unchain
his bicycle and ride out into the street.
A few blocks later, I chain my bike to a lamppost and go into the
Libreria del Tesoro - one of the few bookstores left in the
neighborhood. I look for a Portuguese dictionary, which, once again, I
can't find. I shall have to continue putting off my good intentions to
learn Portuguese the proper way. Instead, I buy two books of Brazilian
poetry and a postcard for forty-seven pesos. I'm beginning to suspect
that what I like about Portuguese is misunderstanding it.
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