“The city doesn’t beckon or lend me a shoulder today. Maybe it knows I’m about
to leave. The sun’s dull disk defeats me; the dense sky is the same one that will carry me away.
That vast and vaporous territory, lacking precise pathways, is all that binds us together now. But it never preserves our tracks. The sky, unlike the sea, never holds on to the people that pass through it. The sky contains nothing of our spirit, it doesn’t care. Always shifting, altering its aspect from one moment to the next, it can’t be defined.’