Horsehead Nebyla by Matthieu Litt

Over there, there are so many horses
that they don’t even bother to name them.

This area of the Faristan, wild, unknown and so fantasied about,
is a mix of beauty and harshness, landlocked between the trenches
of the mountains.

It’s a quest for the sublime, for distance, but also for the imagery
and beliefs related to its pursuit.

It’s like making a waking dream come true.
Like catching the feelings of this terrestrial paradise,
where the borders are as entangled
as the mountain ranges that define them.

It’s a state between imagination and conciseness,
between the quest and the sense of already having seen
these spaces where the people are forged by their environment.

A hesitation between mirage and the reality of what is appearing on the horizon,
probably because we are more open to being surprised.

Dina Baitassova