Land’s End to John O’Groats

The Countryside and the City


The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside. […]
They speak of homeland.
My homeland is […]
the willow grove’s visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away
he doesn’t expect to arrive.

Jorges Louis Borges
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