Status Updates From Zum Fluss - Eine Reise unte...

Apparently I read this in 2021??? A fact I did not know until I went to mark this as currently reading.

But my review from back then says I thought I'd probably enjoy it more if I read it at a different time, so I figure continuing the re-read is worth it.

Chose not to finish. I found it boring.

Beside me the stream was clicking east, relentless as a needle. A stitch in time, a stitch in time. Was there really more to the world than this? The details of the day—the cool still air, the sharp stink of garlic—were for a moment so precise that the great and hidden age of the earth seemed as unlikely as a dream. I ducked my head, bewildered, and followed the deer into the trees.

But no matter how long I stayed outdoors, there was a world that would remain invisible to me, just at the cusp of perception, glimpsable only in fragments, as when the delphinium at dusk breathes back its unearthly, ultraviolent blue.

I AM HAUNTED BY WATERS. It may be that I’m too dry in myself, too English, or it may be simply that I’m susceptible to beauty, but I do not feel truly at ease on this earth unless there’s a river nearby.