Dear friends, I’ve spent much of my life in thrall to a colour: the blue of distance. What does that mean? It’s the colour of this distant town: And of these distant hills: It’s the colour of the bruise that spreads inside you when you look out of an aeroplane window and watch a sometime home flatten, then shrink. Folding all the feelings you once felt there into flatness.
The blue of distance
The blue of distance
The blue of distance
Dear friends, I’ve spent much of my life in thrall to a colour: the blue of distance. What does that mean? It’s the colour of this distant town: And of these distant hills: It’s the colour of the bruise that spreads inside you when you look out of an aeroplane window and watch a sometime home flatten, then shrink. Folding all the feelings you once felt there into flatness.