Into this landscape of death
They deliver their dead
So the living can remember
Keeping the dead alive
They deliver their dead
So the living can remember
Keeping the dead alive
An anachronism
A paradox
To a Westerner
Like me
I take a breath, breathing in the magical divinity of existence
Two hundred kilometers
Away from
Anywhere
Nothing but gravel, rock
A winding strip of bitumen
And heat
Travel takes me
To places I could never imagine
Experiences I could never dream
Worlds which seem alien
So I stay
Experience all I can
Give reign to imagination
Until the alien seems mundane
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
In every little town
On every major street
No matter where I went
All eyes fell on me