Status Updates From Luz em Agosto

"The wagon moves slowly, steadily, as if here within the sunny loneliness of the enormous land it were outside of, beyond all time and all haste... Fields and woods seem to hang in some inescapable middle distance, at once static and fluid, quick, like mirages... The wagon goes on, slow, timeless. The red and unhurried miles unroll beneath the steady feet of the mules, beneath the creaking and clanking wheels."