at your heels

Graupel

Graupel? How could there be the slightest hint of graupel during two 70-degree days in mid-January? We’ll soon be burning in a hellish wasteland—so why bother?

Just keep moving forward. Get going—it’s worthwhile to roll your boulder up the mountain— even as the water rises up the slope and licks at your heels. Hell, roll it in and under the water if you have to—just keep moving!

What I’m Reading:

“My walking and the path made everything simpler. I was in the flow, and I enjoyed every step … The path is the goal, and the goal is the path.”

— Torbjørn Elkelund / In Praise of Paths

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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