Sarausa region, sicily - late autumn...
Una manciata di ghiaia tra ogni movimento delle ruote - they continued in their revolutionary motion; inter-twined with the soft asphalt of the comfortably accommodating path stretched along the horizon - in itself, a medium of direction drawn across a graph of perspective envisioned upon an almost full canvas of atmosphere, architecture, culture and civilisation. Along its borders, a generous scattering of wooded oak and birch, with ever vigilant protection from the warmest of sunlight and strongest of winds by an extension of leaves shaded to a traditionally autumn-sepia from branches in wait for another such cycle of the sun and the moon, that they may once more nurture, encourage and inevitably share their fruits of creation with an eagerly awaiting flora, fauna and community of curiously compelled intellect and reason; themselves standing ready for just the right balance of nightfall and alignment of the stars to herald their presence with a similar tribute of altruistically artistic endeavour.
Through the darkness which had now befallen the surroundings, enveloping its conduct and structure in its veil of secrecy, intrigue and shadows - as a specter through the endless journey, differentiated from its natural habitat only by the inherent projection of a parallel set of eyes upon the road. Luminescent shades of inquiry able to navigate a course through the dense, encompassing fog which thickened its grasp on nothing but common sense as the night progressed; sharing in the safety of misdirection and uninformed speculation, an assortment of whispers, societies and creatures of complex creation, as varied in their definition and outline as could be explained or drawn by the most inventive of imagination - confined, for the moment, to a thick stock of files pressed neatly into a fold, just under the breadth of the under-side of the interior passenger assigned seating.
Above, and to the side, an array of measurements and displays - an outline of suggested location and indication of a cruising speed irrefutably ascendant of that which was customary. Seemingly, an expectation of simultaneous departure from travel and arrival at destination being almost another day's expenditure away - but with brightness seeping through the extravagances and excesses of a fiction wrought by the previous evening, complimentary in its forecast of exploration in accordance with the standards set-forth from the artificial illumination already having undertaken a venture of understanding- and as the contrails of dust whisked up from the rustically rudimentary lane of mercantile and commerce began to fade from the auspices of the rear-view mirror, the presence of what could only be considered by a thoughtful attempt of entirely nonsensical reasoning by the sole figure in the same reflection as compellingly compulsory became increasingly pressing.
Further into the intuitively unknown yet instinctively familiar, the immaterial method of transport veered from its pre-determined route of investigation and, instead, drifted smoothly to the side in a recognisable process of self-realisation, its speed decreasing moment by inch and second by mile until finally reaching a full stop at the end of an inherited sentence; the rotating machinery of maneuverability coming to a comfortable rest next to the asymmetrical base of a moderately tall fountain, carved to a sphere both in marble and in chalk - as informative of its origins through the depiction of contributory patrons and etching of renaissance literature; as indicative of its legacy of wealth in both acquisition and knowledge; inscribed below, and to the right, a passage, a full passage, long thought lost to the illusory passage of time.
Una manciata di ghiaia tra ogni movimento delle ruote - they continued in their revolutionary motion; inter-twined with the soft asphalt of the comfortably accommodating path stretched along the horizon - in itself, a medium of direction drawn across a graph of perspective envisioned upon an almost full canvas of atmosphere, architecture, culture and civilisation. Along its borders, a generous scattering of wooded oak and birch, with ever vigilant protection from the warmest of sunlight and strongest of winds by an extension of leaves shaded to a traditionally autumn-sepia from branches in wait for another such cycle of the sun and the moon, that they may once more nurture, encourage and inevitably share their fruits of creation with an eagerly awaiting flora, fauna and community of curiously compelled intellect and reason; themselves standing ready for just the right balance of nightfall and alignment of the stars to herald their presence with a similar tribute of altruistically artistic endeavour.
Through the darkness which had now befallen the surroundings, enveloping its conduct and structure in its veil of secrecy, intrigue and shadows - as a specter through the endless journey, differentiated from its natural habitat only by the inherent projection of a parallel set of eyes upon the road. Luminescent shades of inquiry able to navigate a course through the dense, encompassing fog which thickened its grasp on nothing but common sense as the night progressed; sharing in the safety of misdirection and uninformed speculation, an assortment of whispers, societies and creatures of complex creation, as varied in their definition and outline as could be explained or drawn by the most inventive of imagination - confined, for the moment, to a thick stock of files pressed neatly into a fold, just under the breadth of the under-side of the interior passenger assigned seating.
Above, and to the side, an array of measurements and displays - an outline of suggested location and indication of a cruising speed irrefutably ascendant of that which was customary. Seemingly, an expectation of simultaneous departure from travel and arrival at destination being almost another day's expenditure away - but with brightness seeping through the extravagances and excesses of a fiction wrought by the previous evening, complimentary in its forecast of exploration in accordance with the standards set-forth from the artificial illumination already having undertaken a venture of understanding- and as the contrails of dust whisked up from the rustically rudimentary lane of mercantile and commerce began to fade from the auspices of the rear-view mirror, the presence of what could only be considered by a thoughtful attempt of entirely nonsensical reasoning by the sole figure in the same reflection as compellingly compulsory became increasingly pressing.
Further into the intuitively unknown yet instinctively familiar, the immaterial method of transport veered from its pre-determined route of investigation and, instead, drifted smoothly to the side in a recognisable process of self-realisation, its speed decreasing moment by inch and second by mile until finally reaching a full stop at the end of an inherited sentence; the rotating machinery of maneuverability coming to a comfortable rest next to the asymmetrical base of a moderately tall fountain, carved to a sphere both in marble and in chalk - as informative of its origins through the depiction of contributory patrons and etching of renaissance literature; as indicative of its legacy of wealth in both acquisition and knowledge; inscribed below, and to the right, a passage, a full passage, long thought lost to the illusory passage of time.