at the very last page
the last chapter however briefly covered oceania, a remote and, to my imagination, mysterious continent. i still remember the last two pages of the book. on the right-hand page, a violent eruption of a geyser under a glorious sun. on the left-hand page, hilly meadows, green and serene, and a herd of sheeps crossing through, little spots on the deep green scenery. i was captivated by the contadiction of the images and allured by the mystery of a land remote and, seemingly, so different.
years passed by and one evening adrian noticed that i ‘d stuck up an ad on the surface of the cupboard. i tore it off a magazine. a dormant volcano and a calm lake spreading throughout the rest of the picture. a very inviting image of the new zealand tourist board…
-nice photo, he said
-nice place to go to, i replied. and you know what? one day i will.
it is a real wonder how time is shaping up our plans, desires and destiny [provided that the latter exists, anyway]. and i really don’t know whether i will ever manage to figure this out.
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