samedi 19 janvier 2008

53 plain

around 11, the voyager stopped and wrote in his little black moleskine book:
very cold this morning as I left town long before sunrise. stopped after two hours for a coffe in the city where arthur rimbaud was born. now crossing the endless plains of the big nowhere beetween north and south. hope to reach the vineyards at the right moment for harvest time. almost warm now. smells like pancake for the last 120km. still not sure where to sleep tonight.

maybe for IF year 2 I should change some parameters like let go the 20x20cm arbitrary rule. force myself into something different.

3 commentaires:

  1. I love it! So much space and peace

  2. Great use of so much makes the character seem that much more vulnerable and alone with his thoughts.

  3. nice!!! that gives a strong impression of plain!!!


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