Landscapes of Patagonia

Walking into Nothingness

I don’t want to know what time it is. I don’t want to know what day it is or where I am. None of that matters.
— Christopher McCandless, Into the Wild

Walking into nothingness
when you are searching for nothing
and your destination is nowhere
Your mind is blank
And nothing to stare
I just defined dreams for you.

I wanted to be alone in quite an unusual, new way. The very opposite of what you are thinking: namely, without myself…
— Pirandello
Increasingly, the individual felt himself to be a single flicker between the teeming gulf of the never-more and the boundless void of the not-yet.
— Olaf Stapledon, Last and First Men
There are some things that can be described using words
and then there is the rest of the world.

The story waits for no one

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