I keep walking. After some kind of recent fall-out between me and myself, I’ve kept thinking — no, not exactly thinking, to be honest, it’s more of an intuitive understanding (which might be wrong) — that if I keep walking, at least I keep myself upright, at least I keep the momentum, I don’t fall. Now I’ve walked so much, these last weeks, that even mr Dog has tired of me. That’s quite bad, you know. To him, there’s never been such a thing as ‘too much walking’. To make matters worse, it’s dreadfully cold. It’s fun and nice — and I love how the cold makes it easy to breathe — but after almost two months of this, even I begin to long for spring.

About these ads


  1. “Mon esprit ne va si mes jambes ne l’agitent.” Michel de Montaigne, Essais.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 772 other followers