Sunday, December 29, 2013
Incoherent lashes of beauty
Travel is useful, it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength. It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It's a novel, just a fictitious narrative. And besides, anyone can do as much. You just have to close your eyes. It's on the other side of life.
Louis-Ferdinand Cellesse, Journey to the End of the Night