He once said: “A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.”
Well, I would like to know what makes a desert a world.
Once one steps in a desert one understands that the only love that can make the desert a world is the love for the desert itself.
It’s cold. It rains dry frozen stars.
There is no world without you.
The camel looks at me awkwardly.
Lawrence Durrell, Justine: “A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.”