Looming in the distance were sex, fear, excitement and the promise of self fulfillment. All carried by one looming, monolithic object. The mountain was vengeful, protecting, solitary, helpful, kind, mocking, tempting and many other adjectives I couldn't be bothered to recall. But there it was, sitting on the horizon hidden behind memory, smog or maybe just oxygen. Who the fuck cared? What mattered was that I was approaching it and everything it embodied with frightening speed and I wasn't sure how to prepare for it. But there wasn't really a way to prepare for any of this. Courage is.... blah blah blah....
... I'm not ready for any of this yet.
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