The train wheels drum their steady rhythm upon the rails, carrying me from the place of departure toward mountains that rise like ancient guardians on the horizon, their cadence echoing the pulse within my chest. I have always been one to plunge into the depths, yet today the air is different, and I find myself yearning to wander upward, to taste the thin, bright breath of the heights.
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song: Stay Alive – José González
I do not seek heights; I seek depth—yet imagine that perspective renders them the same.
The depths of the earth, or the infinite expanse of the universe?
