Friday, February 12, 2010

Atacama Desert

" He stepped off the bus. As his foot sank into the soft blanket of snow, a sharp blast of cold airshot past the cuffs of his trousers."

What irony to read "Snow" by Orhan Pamuk in the Atacama Desert, driest place on the planet. These words are perhaps something like enjoying a cooling mint while sitting quietly in Hell.

3 comments:

勇氣 said...

一個人就像一個分數,他的實際才能是分子,他對自己的評價是分母。分母越大,則分數的價值越小。..................................................

andres de londres said...

My thoughts exactly.

開心一整頁 said...

讓人流連忘返,真期待新文章發表!........................................