Feb 24, 2023
happens on every trip, or better: it happens to me on every long trip. My time away from home freezes, solidifies, becomes a kind of massive, weird thing that closes in behind me. Then I am outside, I am subjected to something different, to travel, to the ephemeral element of not belonging to anything, to the collection of the other.
El desvío a Santiago - Cees Nooteboom