Antidote to oblivion
10 July 2015
With each departure, you return a little. This is the antidote: distance, nostalgia. You can’t forget, because you miss it too much.
The soul of an exile is always being ahead of yourself, far and away, towards. Never quite settled, never entirely belonging somewhere. You ‘branch out’, evade the quotidian. You’re half here, half there – like the clouds that are constantly on the move despite their apparent static position.