Here's some pics of my new favourite apartment, in Stockholm, of course! I had the price wrong yesterday. It's actually 16 million SEK (making it $2.45 million CAD). It's in the tony Östermalm neighbourhood of Sweden's capital. No one won the lotto last night, so it's now $43 million for Saturday! If I had that, I'd scoop this up in an instant, have a pied-à-terre in NYC, a "cottage" in the Laurentian's, and probably someplace in Switzerland, too! Brad cringes at the thought of me with a lot of money, but he'd get used to it and he and the doggies would be very happy at the cottage!
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture My myself in the summer heaven, godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths—and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.