I have become obsessed with this road. I travel it back and forth every week, in and out of two different lives, two different worlds.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Road Running Through Forest and Hills
It brings me home and takes me away again. I head south, I head north; like a swinging pendulum finding it's equilibrium. Forest/road,
country/city, return/leave, north/south, in/out; are these not just poles of the same thing? In between are infinite shades of gray that slowly return me
to one side or the other. By moving between black and white so often, slowly the whole becomes an ambiguous gray that envelopes and
absorbs the harsher, sharp definitions of opposites. Merging with the landscape and becoming both the road and the forest, I find
somewhere to rest. As within, so without.
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