“My loneliness...still comes over me sometimes...It's a liminal, lost sensation of having wandered wide, endless boulevards, among rows of orange trees, winter butterflies, seasons reversed and out of order, dogs barking from behind fences meant to keep out intruders. It's not the place that impoverishes me but I who bring my own sense of poverty, of loss, to the place. It's a sense of near nothingness, as though I were not so much a blank slate as an erased chalkboard, still bearing illegible smudges of smoothed-over writing.” WritingStillsSometimesOrderLostMy OwnLossBehindsPovertyTreeDogLonelinessSeasonsWinterWideEndlessSensationsButterflyBlankNothingnessFenceOrangeSlateBoulevardIntrudersBlank SlatesChalkboardsOrange Trees Author:Marco Roth
