While I was here, I thought that I might somehow acquire a map; a path by which to negotiate these obstacles; or understanding of how I might have arrived at this place. But this territory seems unchartable, valleys erupt, roads fade, mountains splinter; smooth concrete thaws, crumpling away. Questions blow, seed and multiply. Just as I think I might have some ground to stand on; some clarity of direction, a glimpse of the horizon, everything fractures away.


Yet here at the edge, I have found, gleaming in the air, breathing out on the water, a kernel in the dust.