I didn’t care much what happened to me, so chance didn’t matter.
I didn’t care much what happened to me, so chance didn’t matter.
“I went travelling to a wreck of a place. There were three gates standing ajar and a fence that broke off. It was not the wreck of anything else in particular. A place came there and crashed. After that it remained the wreck of a place. Light fell on it.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on Where to Travel”