““My health was menaced. Terror came. For days on end I fell asleep and, when I woke, the dark dreams continued. I was ripe for death. My debility led me along a route of dangers, to the world’s edge, to Cimmeria, the country of black fog and whirlwinds. I was forced to travel, to ward off the apparitions assembled in my brain." - Rimbaud, Une Saison en enfer He was a great walker. Oh! An astonishing walker, his coat open, a little fez on his head in spite of the sun. Righas, on Rimbaud in Ethiopia … along horrible tracks like those presumed to exist on the moon. Rimbaud, writing home””
