Cirrus@Austlit

Epigraphs:

In the beginning was space, this mysterious
intellectually incomprehensible invention.
(Max Beckmann)

"'We like to be among strangers,' she said. 'To
be anonymous is what we most want. We can't
stand having people know who we are. That terri
-fies us.' She turned from contemplating the busy
street out the café 'window. 'I love
feeling lost and alone in the city. The city is our natural
place. We need it. We fear more than anything
being lost and alone in the bush. Out there we're
confronted by ourselves. In the bush there's no
escape from who we are. We say we love the
wilderness, but really we fear its power over us.'"