To the east old man
On our way to Bay Roberts, with the obligatory stops on the way. There is something with traveling more slowly. In the past couple of years I have been moving around by airplane quite often, more than ever in my life actually.
There is a pleasure in air travel, the sensation of lifting off the ground always brings a smile to my face. Once in the air though, and this is odd, it seems like space collapses around me; suddenly the bubble of personal space is threatened.
I often think about a passage in Alessandro Baricco’s “Cette histoire là”, describing the landscape from a moving train at the beginning of the century. The notion of moving as fast as the landscape is is fascinating. As if there is a maximum speed that the land can allow us to occupy for any length of time. The streaks of green, blue, white, brown, grey, beige have a value of speed.
– Posted from GEDEON XXIII
Location:Division No. 5, Subd. F,Canada