“I am never interested in the individual, but in the human species and its environment.”—Andreas Gursky
It could take from Monday to Thursday
and three horses. The ink was unstable,
the characters cramped, the paper tore where it creased.
Stained with the leather and sweat of its journey,
the envelope absorbed each climatic shift,
as well as the salt and grease of the rider
who handed it over with a four-day chance
that by now things were different and while the head
had to listen, the heart could wait.
—Lavinia Greenlaw, from “A World Where News Travelled Slowly.”
Alicja Kwade: gegen den lauf (2013)