Day 443
Immortality syndrome
Truly, this view has been art directed on a grand scale: budget no object, die-cuts and spot lam, gold foil and tip-ins.
To get from here (right here, where I am right now) to the road leading southeast to sunflower fields, one must traverse a not insignificant stretch of flat-as-a-pancake fields via a road that is well maintained but narrow, at both ends of which one will find hairpin turns and at least one steep incline.
At the other end (that is to say, on the other side of the fields from where I was then, right there) there lies, at the conclusion of a series of two sharp turns, a point where the view from the road just sort of bursts open, and at once one’s eye is met with a gigantic yellow field.
This year turning the corner will become value-added. Multimedia. I have found the exact spot on the road to punch Play so that we turn the corner at exactly 0:56 into Trop Vite Oublier by Edith Crash.
