J/George

Quitaloma
And finally a glimpse of the fortress. Velocity is continuance now happening or occurring. Process is following ideas across grass, over hummocks, to an edge that is a false edge and then beyond. Sight now tracing a footpath that leads to a curve and realizing it’s a blind curve and then beyond. Vision now forming beyond this mountain and other mountains knuckled over the far horizon, where the sky is darkening, where the rain that isn’t ending doesn’t end. Beyond the roof thatch, wind-blown grass, a thick wind, the ruins of an ancient empire. From the base, I go up.