when i am about to travel, i think back on earlier journeys.
exempli gratia, memories of nemrut dağı:
there is a gap in my notebook. nothing written for a few days. silence, because the room was too cold. silence, because we were always hungry. silence, though the toads croaked well into the night. when i discovered a giant locust on my leg, the spell was broken. we climbed with the wind in our faces. the sunset lay under thick clouds. it rained horizontally, but only at the top – and i went home with fortuna in my pocket, as luck would have it.