Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it

Pootle list #28: 4 of 50 road-trips in India In July of this year, dusty and jaded, I went to my doctor, complaining of soul tiredness. She listened, with the right reverence, to my listless heartbeat, and intently peered at me over her bifocals. Drawing out her prescription pad, she wrote in beautiful calligraphy: Physically… Read More Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it