
“The day wanes until the sun is caught once more in the net of the darkening sky. I struggle ahead of the cart now, into the tracks. I pretend the wind covers his words, that I cannot hear him. Ice cuts through the canvas rags on my feet, but still my curiosity about these footprints compels me. I pretend to stumble, and I fall to the ground so my face is close to the trail.”
— from the novel Sinful Folk
PHOTO: fiore-rosso: Santiago Porter. De la serie PIEZAS 2002.
Published on March 04, 2014 10:01