Pauline Moussours

For years, my anxiety and I have been travelling everywhere, even going as far as outer space.

Ana returns to Earth and recovers memories from before her departure.

Halfway through a summer I’m alone in Quiraing, a vast plateau surrounded by cliffs in the northern part of the Isle of Skye. The wind dives into my skin. I gaze at the shore and I hear something echoing in the far distance. A voice, almost a song. I hear it all around this island. On the hills, on the roads, in the streets…What is this voice overwhelming me, in this boundless landscape? I go around Skye, I walk across it, I get lost in it. The island’s edges are not limitations, they do not bound it. I experience time suspended, endless, it hums in my ear the eternity I feel I’m nearly grasping.If all of us have an infinity, mine is here, on this island.

For years, my anxiety and I have been travelling everywhere, even going as far as outer space.

For years, my anxiety and I have been travelling everywhere, even going as far as outer space.

Ana returns to Earth and recovers memories from before her departure.

Ana returns to Earth and recovers memories from before her departure.

Halfway through a summer I’m alone in Quiraing, a vast plateau surrounded by cliffs in the northern part of the Isle of Skye. The wind dives into my skin. I gaze at the shore and I hear something echoing in the far distance. A voice, almost a song. I hear it all around this island. On the hills, on the roads, in the streets…What is this voice overwhelming me, in this boundless landscape? I go around Skye, I walk across it, I get lost in it. The island’s edges are not limitations, they do not bound it. I experience time suspended, endless, it hums in my ear the eternity I feel I’m nearly grasping.If all of us have an infinity, mine is here, on this island.

Halfway through a summer I’m alone in Quiraing, a vast plateau surrounded by cliffs in the northern part of the Isle of Skye. The wind dives into my skin. I gaze at the shore and I hear something echoing in the far distance. A voice, almost a song. I hear it all around this island. On the hills, on the roads, in the streets…What is this voice overwhelming me, in this boundless landscape? I go around Skye, I walk across it, I get lost in it. The island’s edges are not limitations, they do not bound it. I experience time suspended, endless, it hums in my ear the eternity I feel I’m nearly grasping.If all of us have an infinity, mine is here, on this island.