Mental trail-running up an increasingly sharp incline. Once familiar sounds become distant white noise. Labored breathing as a customized personal soundtrack. Thinning air is cleaner air. Quiet contemplation of a giant, urban puzzle. Everything begins to look like melting green code with a slight squint and tilted head. The mountainside is quiet and lonely. The sky tastes faintly of Nietzschean analytics. Fantasies of A-frame shelters and hand-carved venison. The descent, and return, to alleged civilization is exponentially more exhausting. Becoming the laughing pebble. Refusing to be the reflexive ripple.
11:51 a.m. - 2018-08-13
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