By Joshua Edwards

“Suns and moons are travelers of eternity, as are the passing years. Those who pilot boats their whole lives or lead horses until time overtakes them make a home of their journeys. Many great men of the past died on the road. Some time ago I was also enchanted to follow the example of a cloud carried by wind, and I wandered up and down the coast until last autumn. Upon returning to my cottage by the river, I swept away cobwebs, and before I knew it the year had ended. Then spring arrived with its mist and a restless spirit filled me with longing . . .”

Matsuo Bashō, from Oku no Hosomichi

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