Comments on: going to siberia (in my mind) http://www.allochthonous.com/2010/01/21/going-to-siberia-in-my-mind/ for readers and writers who care about place Thu, 26 Aug 2010 15:44:30 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Summer Wood http://www.allochthonous.com/2010/01/21/going-to-siberia-in-my-mind/comment-page-1/#comment-945 Summer Wood Wed, 27 Jan 2010 02:52:30 +0000 http://www.allochthonous.com/?p=415#comment-945 I hear you on Antarctica. There's that great grant for writers to travel there, all expenses paid. ... But maybe fantasy is better than reality when it comes to THAT kind of cold? I hear you on Antarctica. There’s that great grant for writers to travel there, all expenses paid. … But maybe fantasy is better than reality when it comes to THAT kind of cold?

]]> By: Deonne Kahler http://www.allochthonous.com/2010/01/21/going-to-siberia-in-my-mind/comment-page-1/#comment-944 Deonne Kahler Mon, 25 Jan 2010 15:13:25 +0000 http://www.allochthonous.com/?p=415#comment-944 I dream of wide open spaces anywhere, which is more challenging these days because I now live in anti-wide-open-space Manhattan. But whenever I get back to my home in Taos and see that blue sky that stretches for days, I cry for its beauty and hopefulness. Life feels like only possibility in that moment. And though I love the the West, I fantasize about Antarctica, which is perhaps the ultimate Wild West. Brutal conditions, barren and beautiful landscapes, existence stripped to its essence. Give me glaciers and miles of ice and 24-hour night or day. I imagine it as a place to witness yourself without blinking. Some day. I dream of wide open spaces anywhere, which is more challenging these days because I now live in anti-wide-open-space Manhattan. But whenever I get back to my home in Taos and see that blue sky that stretches for days, I cry for its beauty and hopefulness. Life feels like only possibility in that moment.

And though I love the the West, I fantasize about Antarctica, which is perhaps the ultimate Wild West. Brutal conditions, barren and beautiful landscapes, existence stripped to its essence. Give me glaciers and miles of ice and 24-hour night or day. I imagine it as a place to witness yourself without blinking. Some day.

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