Sunday, August 19, 2012

esc {reprise}

"mă duruse întotdeauna gîndul la tristeţea vieţii ei provinciale" (Roland Barthes, La Chambre claire)


Here: suffocating. Nowhere to go to. Not enough energy to find a somewhere to go to. Besides: for a somewhere to even exist, there first must be a something to go to.


"But how to escape one's city? How to wake oneself enough for the frightening task? How to find one's way out?" (My Winnipeg, Guy Maddin, 2007)

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