i’ve been lost, without direction or path, but not as bad as this (‘passacaglia on getting lost’ by jim harrison), not in winter. i may have had to worry about starving to death (what?! no corner store nearby?), but not freezing too. and i didn’t starve, didn’t thirst, don’t think i even went hungry. but i do remember my mental discomfort, a growing dread of my mortality.
too bad, then, that i found civilization again. was comforted. tucked my mortality away for another day.
- passacaglia on getting lost by jim harrison