Pilgrim

I have become privately obsessed with this photo. I return to it often. At first it made me sad, but only because I viewed it with human eyes. Now it seduces me toward alien worlds.

I didn't have the courage to be born in this child's village, so here I am instead, gazing upon him from a safe distance on the eve of his departure along a dark trajectory disappearing over the horizon and promising greater vistas than can be conceived by any human being. It's little wonder to me that the photographer has fled this world in pursuit.