north

For a long time I have an urge to go far north. There's something deep inside of me that calls me. Not sure what but I want to test myself. As if one should accept their own insignificance.

I'd like to murder my ego. Test my body. Get close to my death. See if I can get out. Learn about myself. Or just become one of so many untold stories of demise.

Because you will never feel more alive than a moment you die.

But.

There is always a 'but'.

And 'but' negates everything previously stated.