A few miles from Ajaccio, Corsica, burnt land is buckling under the weight of its colors. The ground is falling apart, releasing pictorial energies that take over the sky. I'm staring at the... Read allA few miles from Ajaccio, Corsica, burnt land is buckling under the weight of its colors. The ground is falling apart, releasing pictorial energies that take over the sky. I'm staring at the vanishing skyline. And the train keeps on rolling...A few miles from Ajaccio, Corsica, burnt land is buckling under the weight of its colors. The ground is falling apart, releasing pictorial energies that take over the sky. I'm staring at the vanishing skyline. And the train keeps on rolling...