The last time I saw my grandmother, she said to me: ‘We just barely learn how to live, and then we’re ready to die.’
“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”