There Is No Measure for Longing
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There Is No Measure for Longing
Author: Kiss Tibor Noé
Translator: Austin Wagner
May 2023
The earth and the sky meld together in the milk-white mass. The image is slightly blurred. Spring is near, but the ground is frozen, ice coats everything. The riverbeds shimmer through the haze, thin lines wandering among the pine woods. Their surfaces are fragmented sheets of glass, an intricate webwork vignette. Mountain ranges, exposed peaks of boulder. Impenetrable densities of forest. From above, a million tiny shards of snow, crowns of fir trees. Chain tread tracks over the fields of ice, roads drawn by ruler crossing the expanses of birch. Metal domes of oil containers, the workers’ plastic dwellings. Natural gas burns in towers like torches. The labyrinth of pipes swallows the light, above the oil extraction bases the sky is
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