Siberia
The intensity of the vacuum in which I seemed to be
travelling was increasing.
The flat roads stretched endlessly ahead. There was no
change in the landscape at all. No variation in the topography
or the scenery. If anything, the silver birch trees might have
been thinning out. By contrast, the flocks of black crows
swelled to enormous numbers and many of them were hit by
passing vehicles. In the emptiness that stretched for days on
end, an endless succession of memories drifted through my
mind. (from "Against the Wind" - Poolbeg Press)
