they don't desire light

Christo and Jeanne Claude - Package, 1958
Photo by Eava Inkeri
My contemporaries like small objects, dried starfish that have forgotten the sea, melancholy stopped clocks, postcards sent from vanished cities, and blackened with illegible script, in which they discern words like “yearning,” “illness,” or “the end.” They marvel at dormant volcanoes. They don’t desire light.
—Adam Zagajewski, from Small Objects