"The dead are my dark matter, filling up impalpably the empty spaces of the world.
I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed turned away from the land, looking off desperately toward the horizon as if in mute search for a sign of rescue.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything see...
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