The places we yearn to be are as different as we who long for them. Faraway places created by lonely fantasies and experiences of anxiety. Like the horizon, our yearnings move with us, disappearing and then reemerging once again. They are spiritual resting places that permit us to dream what we will presumably never see—just as we will never see what is concealed beyond the final horizon because we will never cross it.
Essay about Naufus Ramírez-Figueroa.
