A few kilometres from Ajaccio, the burnt earth gives in to the weight of colour. The ground opens up and frees pictorial energies that take over the sky. I see the horizon disappear, but I keep it in my sights. The train continues on its way...
A few miles from Ajaccio, Corsica, burnt land is buckling under the weight of its colors. The ground is falling apart, releasing pictorial energies that take over the sky. I'm staring at the vanishing skyline. And the train keeps on rolling...
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