Saturday, April 27, 2013

Here freedom shrinks / to restlessness.


A fence is a fence. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. April 2013.

Fences?

Pffffftt!

In Ostrobothnia, Gosta Agren

Here each town is a
footnote to the forest's
melancholy mass of text,
here the horizon bares
its teeth. Here freedom shrinks
to restlessness. Here necessity grows
into tranquility. One travels aways
in an attempt to prevent
what must happen. One stays
here, and as the years go by
life grows simplified until
there are left only earth
and sky.

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