When we are attracted, we draw near, when we draw near, the sight that attracted us dissolves: the face of the beloved blurs or fractures as one draws near for a kiss, the smooth cone of Mount Fuji becomes rough rock rising from underfoot to blot out the sky in Hokusai's print of the mountain pilgrims.
Zin uit Wanderlust van Rebecca Solnit.
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