There is no sense in this world. Nor, apparently, in any other. If there is good in this world it is not triumphant. If there is good in worlds apart, it doesn’t show itself here. We exist as trivialities living a fractal life. Die, or survive. Die, or survive. Die, or survive. The pattern never […]
Author: Hans
Twice Is Once Too Few
Though Vegard and Mari have been friendly with increasing frequency throughout our journey, it wasn’t until I could hear Erik’s muffled grunts from Arianna’s yurt that I was reminded of a moment growing up back on the farm. I smile as I think of the time I asked my father if he had piled another […]
Drops of Sleep
As days pass and mile after mile is covered we pass the time with idle conversation and silent reflection. I think of my family often and think of whether I will ever see them again. I have a recurring day-dream that often visits me while we amble along. It presents as a sequence of images, […]
Fear and Hope
I have come to know fear. It is at once a crippling yoke and an incredible sense of freedom. Fear is the ever present gnawing in the back of your mind that you won’t be through this, that everything is lost. And fear is also clarity: a vivid picture of forward progress where choices are […]
