"The space between
the idea of something and its reality is always w i d e and
deep and dark.
The longer they are kept apart - idea of thing, reality of
thing - the w i d e r t h e w i d t h, the
deeper the depth, the thicker
and darker
the
darkness.
This s p a c e starts out empty, there is
nothing
in it, but it rapidly
becomes filled up with obsession
or
desire
or
hatred
or
love
- sometimes all of these
things, sometimes some of these things, sometimes only one of
these things. The existence of the world as I came to know it
was a result of this: idea of thing over here, reality of thing
way, way over ------------------------------------->
there."
- Jamaica Kincaid, On Seeing
England for the First Time
