En smakebit på søndag: The faster I walk, the smaller I am av Kjersti A. Skomsvold

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I sit down at the kitchen table with my toast. I open the newspaper at random pages until I'm surprised by what I'm looking for. Whenever I buy a bun at the bakery, I always eat the custard in the middle first, and I approach a newspaper in the same way. The list of bankruptcies are like the coconut and the obituaries are the creamy filling. Today I'm glad my name isn't there.

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Mathea Martinsen has never been good at dealing with other people. After a lifetime, her only real accomplishment is her longevity: everyone she reads about in the obituaries has died younger than she is now. Afraid that her life will be over before anyone knows that she lived, Mathea digs out her old wedding dress, bakes some sweet cakes, and heads out into the world - to make her mark. She buries a time capsule out in her yard. (It gets dug up to make room for a flagpole.) She wears her late husband's watch and hopes people will ask her for the time. (They never do.) Is it really possible for a woman to disappear so completely that the world won't notice her passing? The Faster I Walk, the Smaller I Am is an ironic twist on the notion that life "must be lived to the fullest."

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