what you find when you’re lost.

Machine, small and lonely, sits on the pavement. I am the means to travel, it lulled. I am the means for travel. Fast and furious, through the hills, into the mountains. To the lake.

I lost my way on this winding road.

Buildings, Soviet-style. Concrete jungle unlike the one I left behind. Another world. Pas un chat. Mais me voilà au bout pour te prendre. Pour te reprendre.*

An orange dot in the dusty mountains.

On a Yerevansi street in November 2018. ©le_chah_errant


* Not a cat (No one there). But here I am at the end to take you. To take you again.



#lonely #travel #poetry #photo

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