"Nowhere to Go"
Nothing has changed.
Except the run of rivers, the shapes of forests, shores, deserts, and glaciers.
The little soul roams among those landscapes,
disappears, returns, draws near, moves away,
evasive and a stranger to itself,
now sure, now uncertain of its own existence,
whereas the body is and is and is
and has nowhere to go.
- From "Tortures" by Wislawa Szymborksa
TITLE - "Nowhere to Go"
WHERE - Sankt Peter-Ording, Germany (2015)