Jan 9, 2019
“In rage, against the world, you secretly spread out your arms to embrace it. In contrast, the ocean rolls up the water-heart and lets it flow out, as if it hated its own strength and not the constraint of the shore. The waves, subject to no one’s will, drive themselves, rear up, and break down. You complain that life is a trap, time a chain: then you praise its hesitating space and its inherent flowing. How is one supposed to understand that?” Max Hölzer, tr. by Beth Bjorklund, from “The Summer’s Cold”
