Facing a wall of rock. The mountain. I drift on the invisible weight that I carry. My mind is trapped. My body is distressed. I pretend to be someone else. Years of emotional rewiring. The void is a profound feeling of vulnerability which makes you doubt your most inherent strength.
The apparent permanence of the mountain, the grounded one that I have been wanting, is as well the core of the earth. Over millions of years, lifted up and continuing a geological cycle. Its permanence is an illusion of our own experience and memory. As I read the landscape, I read my thoughts.
Stone after stone. Reminder of the previous step which was my present and the following one which will be too. I walk.