#hester knibbe

the ones we think we know and how many new surroundings will we soon braid into our sight, for example of a wood close to home, a too-familiar

path or instead just the unknown direction that we here now wine in hand unfold from the map for tomorrow? But

no matter how far we travel, we wander and sleep always in the same body that keeps intruding immodestly, letting us know what it has gathered

of gusto delight hunger and being tired of and letting us out on bail only in dreams. We love it and we rage at it.

It’s a beautiful world, you said, with these trees, marshes, deserts, grasses, rivers and seas and so on. And the moon is really something in its circuits of relative radiance. Include the wingèd M, voluptuous Venus, hotheaded Mars, that lucky devil J and cranky Saturn, of course, plus U and N and the wanderer P, in short the whole solar family, complete with its Milky Way, and count up all the other systems with dots and spots and in that endless emptiness what you’ve got is a commotion of you-know-what. It’s a beautiful universe, you said, just take a good look through the desert’s dark glasses for instance or on your back in seas of grass, take a good look at the deluge of that Rorschach—we’re standing out there somewhere, together.

and so on. And the moon is really something in its circuits of relative radiance. Include

the wingèd M, voluptuous Venus, hotheaded Mars, that lucky devil J and cranky Saturn, of course, plus

U and N and the wanderer P, in short the whole solar family, complete with its Milky Way, and count up all the other

systems with dots and spots and in that endless emptiness what you’ve got is a commotion of you-know-what. It’s a beautiful

universe, you said, just take a good look through the desert’s dark glasses for instance or on your back

in seas of grass, take a good look at the deluge of that Rorschach—we’re standing out there somewhere, together.