Reconnaissance near the river in the middle of the night. Ominous and resonant metallic crashes, like an infernal clockwork machine. Echoes from the forest across the water. Derelict machinery strewn throughout a years-old avalanche. Scarcely-visible mud from broken cliffs. Unseen baby birds chirping from a fog-cloaked tree. Nightdreaming about nuclear fallout, and the haze of genocides. The empty spillway of a neglected dam. Still wet from an gloomy afternoon of absentee rains. Miles and miles of unspoilt and semi-domesticated hinterland. The lonely thankfulness of not a single other being for the rest of my life.
12:33 a.m. - 2019-12-05
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