In those infinite landscapes,
I see my history.

Places are connected to people
Circumstances connected to places

They overwrite one another.

This landscape reminds
of something lost.

In those infinite landscapes,
I see my history.

Cows in the meadow,
potatoes are harvested,
ditches are dredged,
maize is sown.

It is the setting for passing time.

The land grows
The land yields
The land merges


In those infinite landscapes,
I see my history.

In those infinite landscapes,
I see myself return

In those infinite landscapes
I see myself become



∞



Marin de Boer 10 may 2011

∞ Temporary monument for a lost landscape ∞