The landscape, seen from the road:
traversed, fleetingly observed in passing through
a twodimensional screen
suspended along the line of forward motion.
The road, seen from the landscape:
an obstacle that breaks a whole into disconnected pieces
a broad and colourless track of solidified speed
overflowing with noise and gas exhaust.
The road, seen from the road:
something to leave behind.
The landscape, seen from the landscape:
something to be in.
Can sanity be expected from the man
who watches the world day by day
from behind the glass of his limousine?