Filed under: 2007, made in, drawing, reading | Tags: drawing, flight, Saint-Exupery
And yet you go on sinking. The whole sky seems to be coming down on you. You begin to feel like the victim of some cosmic accident. You cannot land anywhere, and you try in vain to turn round and fly back into those zones where the air, as dense and solid as a pillar, had held you up. That pillar has melted away. Everything here is rotten and you slither about in a sort of universal decomposition while the cloud-bank rises apathetically, reaches your level, and swallows you up.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery in Wind, Sand and Stars.
A whole other type of void.
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