05 Mart 2010, Cuma
saat: 00:15
Sometimes you feel yourself weightless, thinned. You draw back the curtains (if there are any) on a rectangle wasteland at dawn, and realize that you are cast adrift from everything that gave you identity. Thousands of miles from anyone who knows you, you have the illusion that your past is lighter, scarcely yours at all. Even your ties of love have been attenuated. Dangerously, you may come to feel invulnerable. You fear only your failure to understand or to reach where you are going. Sometimes you are moved by a kind of heartless curiosity, which shames on you only on your return home. At other times you are touched, even torn; but you move on.
Yet again, perceiving the Silk Road.
All alone.
