Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be replaced (though we hate to admit it) in death.-On The Road, by Jack Kerouac p. 124
Nevertheless – These photos are moments which I have bare witness to Morocco’s frayed edges which have so much to tell us.
It is the frayed edges that are the edges of substance for us all to learn from.
