Away from here. How far will I have to go to find my own way. Many a time will I have to look from a train window at the sun rising and setting before being able to say: I’ve arrived. I’ll make the railway my home, like a blade digging and spinning around the entire world. It doesn’t matter where, what matters is getting off the train knowing that you’ll now be infinitely removed from every single particle of me.
And should faraway be not enough, should there be no distance to walk through so that I may utterly
forget you, I’ll come back here, only looking with new eyes, those of one born yesterday – someone with
no past, no belongings, no shadows to get in the way – a pure self.