Out here, life is at its essence, and watches the world with innocent eyes; far from grime, far from rushing people it seems that I have found a tiny peace. On the blue backdrop of the unknown water droplets trace their paths; on the sky, mortals hang on metal - but who is to know how long either will last?
Peter Hammill, Solitude
"Il nord è essenzialmente la sua luce"
Claudio Magris, L'infinito viaggiare