An interesting view of the beautiful city of Trieste from the 15th century Castello di San Giusto above the city. :: David Kam
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“Our lives, it seems, are a memory we had once in another place. Or are they its metaphor? The trees, if trees they are, seem the same, and the creeks do. The sunlight blurts its lucidity in the same way, And the clouds, if clouds they really are, still follow us, One after one, as they did in the old sky, in the old place. I wanted the metaphor, if metaphor it is, to remain always the same one. I wanted the hills to be the same, And the rivers, too, especially the old rivers, […] And me beside them, under the stopped clouds and stopped stars. I wanted to walk in that metaphor, untouched by time’s corruption.”
— Charles Wright, from “Transparencies,” Scar Tissue (Farrar, straus, and Giroux, 2006) [memoryslandscape]
