"When I arrive at the first snowfields with my muscles still poisoned by the toxins of the city, I always leap like an idiot, feeling my head empty, my limbs drunk, and my heart open."
- René Daumal, Mount Analogue
"When I arrive at the first snowfields with my muscles still poisoned by the toxins of the city, I always leap like an idiot, feeling my head empty, my limbs drunk, and my heart open."
- René Daumal, Mount Analogue
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