Saturday, August 04, 2007

The Man Sitting in the Corridor

In front of them is the changeless rolling plain going down to the river. Some clouds appear and advance together, following one another at a slow unhurried pace. They're moving towards the mouth of the river, towards the unbounded vastness. Their dull shadows pass lightly over the fields, over the river.

From the house on the rise there comes no sound.
Marguerite Duras

Sardegna, April 2006

1 comment:

brian compton said...

Greg...why you gotta go and get deep on a brother?