"The steps I took after I left her to the vultures, my aimless wandering, dying with sadness at the edge of the
platform. Empty and saturated with disenbodied voices, empty and saturated, endlessly, empty,
over three thousand miles across the frozen vastness forever sliced and crushed by the wind
which has a so special manner of marking the limits of my path,
these steps, I only owed them to myself."