Miles of Solitude. Same Address.

2 days ago

Little by little the landscape hardens into stone, dust and silence. Roads cut like old scars through the mountains.

Time slows down, breathing is heavy, lips are dry, mind is tired. Earthquake left its marks on the people and the villages. Mint tea. Always mind tea. Men sit in their djellabas outside cafes, far away the mosque is calling for the duhr prayer.

The further we go, the less unnecessary things survive. And there, in the vast emptiness, far away from comfort, distraction and noise, with the world reduced to the road ahead, I found peace in my heart and silence in my mind.

Soledad. Same address.

Official release Monday.