the sky of death was a sky of grey clouds
I am in the capital city, Amsterdam. Nooteboom’s Amsterdam is dirty. It is stifling at times and I feel suffocated by the heat. The characters in Rituals drink crème de menthe. I can smell the sickly, syrupy peppermint in the air.
Just as Inni, the main character, fumbles his way through life, I try to find my way through this Dutch city. At times I feel as though I am being rushed through Amsterdam with no time to waste.
Today I have stopped to linger longer at the Prinsengracht Bridge. A bridge over one of the main canals in Amsterdam. Where cyclists ride and lovers walk.
the navigator
Just as Inni, the main character, fumbles his way through life, I try to find my way through this Dutch city. At times I feel as though I am being rushed through Amsterdam with no time to waste.
Today I have stopped to linger longer at the Prinsengracht Bridge. A bridge over one of the main canals in Amsterdam. Where cyclists ride and lovers walk.
the navigator
1 Comments:
A really lovely idea, underlining the importance of being a mental traveller at all times x beautifully templated.
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