Today is an easy day. Spun around to Blue Mountain and back. Nice day. So on and so on.
The ride inspired me to write a tribute of sorts to the Leviathan here. Almost made me tear up. Seriously.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
I was fine until I saw the Sheep Mountain pic … sniff sniff!
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