December 15, 2019
The journey uphill seems to go on forever. I can still see the town from where I started far away in the distance near the sea level. Using a topographical map I had tried to find an optimal route to avoid the steepest incline by aiming to cross the mountain range through a gap between two peaks. Continuously, I need to hold on to my backpack straps in order to maintain my balance on unsteady boulders. Eventually there will be some scrambling required. Just when I stop for a quick bite and a drink, the unborn fetus in my artificial womb starts to cry, which foreshadows invisible dead spirits somewhere in the vicinity.