I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity
We might identify a photo as leaning too far to the left or to the right — but less so, too Dada.
Seriously though, this might be the most surreal photo of the great migration. Call it a metaphor for the tens of thousands who have taken flight, uprooted from their countries, cities, towns and homes just like that. (Not to mention, Hungary.) How does the lyric go? All we are is dust in the wind?
…Just don’t tell me this is the view of a crop circle from ground-level.
Oh, then there’s the other explanation. That they really are aliens.
(photo: Marko Djurica/Reuters. caption: Migrants’ tents are blown off by the wind near a collection point in the village of Roszke, Hungary September 9, 2015).