small objects

04.19.19
My contemporaries like small objects, 
dried starfish that have forgotten the sea, 
melancholy stopped clocks, postcards 
sent from vanished cities, 
and blackened with illegible script, 
in which they discern words 
like “yearning,” “illness,” or “the end.” 
They marvel at dormant volcanoes. 
They don’t desire light.
—Adam Zagajewski
"Small Objects" (trans. Clare Cavanagh)


Christo and Jeanne Claude - Package, 1958
Photo by Eava Inkeri
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