清影

It’s so welcoming, this desolate mountain scene, this fenced path, channelling the gaze, concealing for the most part any extremes of contour. When I sit quietly and focus on it however, in my imagination there arises a limitlessness, one of far of places, this and an inhuman quiet, a solitude so unparalleled it fills me with a sort of dread. When I hear the rustling of the wind between leaves, I compare its sound with the remoteness and recollect eternity, all those moments passed, the present, their chatter …  All notion drowns in this limitless — How serene the boat that sinks into such a sea!