“Men, like poets, rush ‘into the middest’, in medias res, when they are born; they also die in mediis rebus, and to make sense of their span they need fictive concords with origins and ends, such as give meaning to lives and to poems.” Frank Kermode, The Sense of an Ending
Lake Country
Next to the train tracks, just after Hannover station, as shot from the ICE.
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