that raw stuff

The hills around Muktinath seem crowded today. They’re not the deserted wilderness I thought at first—so naively, it seems to me now. Lots of porters, local traffic, touristpeople.

I no longer feel fatigue. I've lost most of the extra fat I accumulated in Colorado during three years of happy hours and commuting. I've stopped using hot water for washing.

When you start to become bored, that’s when things get really interesting. Backgrounds when the foreground is stripped away. How bland can you go before the mind loses its ability to taste the pepper in the milk? What is that raw stuff at the bottom of the glass.