Dustless | Volume 13 | River direction

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They come at last to a place of imperial power, where the eye of the emperor sees, and his soldiers guard the Way.

In a fortress of voices, where it is said there are no ghosts, aid is sought, and the release from burdens.

They witness strange technology at work, devices that pull apart the curtains of the flesh, revealing the play of organs and the show of pain: the visible is made invisible, and vice versa.

A journey is a thing made, a house built of footsteps, a temple raised on riding horses. But the building of the journey can’t be seen, except as a trail of hoof prints in freshly fallen snow, coins and receipts handed over, towels and bedding to be washed, wisps of breath vaporizing in the freezing air…

For those engaged on a journey, all places become a function of direction: once reached, any destination must be left behind; and thus at once sets out on its transformation into memory — a material that cannot be touched and cannot last.

Day after day, the journey renders its world and itself invisible, and the travellers go on, drawn to the west, where a great city and a great river awaits.

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