You’re on the ice. On a lake. In a car. Imagine the ice cracking and the car sinking into the deep, dark, deathly cold water. Try to breathe. Stop imagining. Try to breathe.
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Into the Wild (Jon Krakauer)
At first glance, I was sure that it was a clear-cut case of some stupid rich kid, feeling invincible, overconfident, running away to a wilderness where he had no business being.
I was wrong.
Salar de Uyuni
So flat, so far, stretched out beneath the unforgiving sun. Crystalline hexagons form as briny water evaporates, lucky molecules escaping their salty incarceration to find freedom drifting with a single fluffy cloud.
Please Don’t Sign the Guestbook
The Airbnb was quaint and quirky and we blew in with the wind, strewing makeup bags and wine coolers across the place like our signature: four best friends, there to whoop it up.
Still I Stood
Squeaks and screeches and haunting calls of “who-hoo-oooo” spoke amongst themselves in the language of the night, exclusive food chain negotiations I had no desire to be party to.
Buried Alive
She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
A Nightmare Thankfully Unfulfilled
On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.
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