May the bridges I burn light the way
“Time is not a straight line, it’s more of a labyrinth, and if you press close to the wall at the right place you can hear the hurrying steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walking past on the other side.”
— Tomas Tranströmer (1931-2015), from “Answers to Letters”, in: “The Great Enigma”, translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton
you see a tiny sign planted in the ground. bending down to read, you just make out, in impossibly tiny script “a mundane clump of dirt; much beloved by god, like any other”
