I like what Mr Ondaatje’s writings do to me.
They take me to a world without maps, to where I can find love in the beat of the wind and the shine of the desert.
“All I ever wanted was a world without maps.”
“A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands knowing it is something that feeds him more than water.”
“She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.”
Art by Joan Miró; Vines and Olive Trees, 1919.