skaitalai // arrivals are departures
vakarais skaitau senioką, kuris važinėja po pasaulį traukiniais, kaip tyčia pasirinkdamas visus artimus dūšiai maršrutus. gerai, kai knygą rašo seniokas: ir sakinių konstrukcijos nepritaikytos vieno-ekrano-ilgio-dėmesio laukui, ir žodžius parinkti turėjo laiko, ir rašo jau ne apie tai, kas stebina (senatvėj niekas nebestebina ,), o apie tai, ką pastebi.
It's true that travel is the saddest of pleasures, the long-distance overland blues. But I also thought what I'd kept fretting about throughout my trip, like a mantra of vexation building in my head, words I never wrote. Most people on earth are poor. Most places are blighted and nothing will stop the blight getting worse. Travel gives you glimpses of the past and the future, your own and other people's. (...) Most of the world is worsening, shrinking to a ball of bungled desolation. Only the old can really see how gracelessly the world is aging and all that we have lost. Politicians are always inferior to their citizens. No one on earth is well governed. Is there hope? Yes. Most people I'd met, in chance encounters, were strangers who helped me on my way. And we lucky ghosts can travel wherever we want. The going is still good because arrivals are departures.
-- paul theroux @ ghost train to the eastern star
Posted by kachiba-chan at May 25, 2009 10:53 PM