Curiosity makes me abandon the main road and slip into the dirt roads where the houses get smaller and smaller and farther and farther apart.
I reach the river. The landscape changes and I find that everywhere I look is the river. I float, I row, I navigate around it. It starts to get dark.
I reach a house on stilts. It starts to rain. I pull the shades down but it's still so cold, so wet. Around me the storm, the river, the unknowable land.
Monday, July 27, 2009
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