In the middle of a field empty from horizon to horizon I wandered beneath empty skies until the fog appeared and I changed direction toward the emerging mass of white devouring the sky. I wandered faithfully but with diminishing hope that at the end of this journey I would find salvation.
I have passed this way before. I have seen these desert grains pass through worn and bleeding fingers. I slept beneath these trees and I cried upon the boulders. Yet I do not know where this is, I do not know where I am. The land becomes the sky as the horizon falls away and…