:فظيعٌ كلّ قمرٍ، مريرةٌ كلّ شمس الحب اللاذع نفخني بخَدرٍ مسكر !حبّذا لو تَفجّرت عارضتي !حّبذا لو مضيتُ إلى البحر - Arthur Rimbaud

I’m the Saint praying on a balcony - like peaceful beasts grazing along the Sea of Palestine.
I’m the scholar in a plain reading chair. Branches and rain beat the library windows.
I’m the pedestrian on the high road through the stunted woods; the sound of floodgates drowns out my footsteps. I stare at the melancholy wash of another golden sunset...
The path is harsh. The hillocks are weed. The air is still. How far we are from birds and streams. The end of the world must be just ahead.

I believe I am in Hell, and so I am there.

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.