Perhaps we become aware of our existence only when we feel on our skin the touch of a place that has no name, that connects us to the earliest time, to all the dead, to prehistory, when the mind first stood apart from the world, still unaware that it was orphaned.


On the Road to Babadag: Travels in the Other Europe (ed. Random House, 2011) - ISBN: 9781446484180


Perhaps we become aware of our existence only when we feel on our skin the touch of a place that has no name, that connects us to the earliest time,...

Perhaps we become aware of our existence only when we feel on our skin the touch of a place that has no name, that connects us to the earliest time,...

Perhaps we become aware of our existence only when we feel on our skin the touch of a place that has no name, that connects us to the earliest time,...

Perhaps we become aware of our existence only when we feel on our skin the touch of a place that has no name, that connects us to the earliest time,...