The water was calm, frozen under a thin layer of frost. It was an intense matte, with nothing reflected in it.
It was impenetrable.
It ran along the side of the mountains, which themselves showed only fragments of their bodies. Inanimate bodies, as if swallowed up by a mass of clouds.
A snow-covered peak appeared. From top to bottom: mouse grey, peaks of white on steel grey, sloping greens by the dozen and a bright red car. The snowy peak disappeared immediately.
The slowness of everything was unparalleled. Almost inert, bathed in a morose atmosphere of great gentleness.
Here, everything meets, everything crosses, everything overlaps, everything mixes.
The further they went, the less there was underneath. For a few hours, they had been living on dozens of different horizontal planes.
The mountains shot up like flames.
There was movement. A motionless, contemplative motion.
The arm of the Sognefjord remained inert and mysterious, as if abyssal.
It was impenetrable.
It ran along the side of the mountains, which themselves showed only fragments of their bodies. Inanimate bodies, as if swallowed up by a mass of clouds.
A snow-covered peak appeared. From top to bottom: mouse grey, peaks of white on steel grey, sloping greens by the dozen and a bright red car. The snowy peak disappeared immediately.
The slowness of everything was unparalleled. Almost inert, bathed in a morose atmosphere of great gentleness.
Here, everything meets, everything crosses, everything overlaps, everything mixes.
The further they went, the less there was underneath. For a few hours, they had been living on dozens of different horizontal planes.
The mountains shot up like flames.
There was movement. A motionless, contemplative motion.
The arm of the Sognefjord remained inert and mysterious, as if abyssal.
Extract from Aurlandsvangen thesis, written in 2021 and activated by a reading in 2022