olafa likes
to walk the gasnil hill trail in her suspenders a solid three times a week,
every second day if possible. she does this in november and december until
precipitation and low temperatures make the trail impassable without specialized equipment and training, which olafa doesn’t have and isn’t
particularly interested in obtaining. only once does she consider not completing
the trail due to ice in a narrow steeply-cliffed section but manages to find some safe stepping
spots to navigate the danger. there is some risk of falling to her death but
she feels this is minimal and olafa has sufficient experience and body
knowledge to justly consider her judgement reasonable in such situations
olafa has to
leave the small city of heresiarch ooQ for a time but returns in late january,
at which point the conditions cooperate to allow her to walk the trail twice in
her first week. a few minor obstacles but never to the point as before where she
considers not completing the trail. when she goes to walk gasnil hill trail in
the small city of heresiarch ooQ the third time in the new year she encounters
at the trail’s lower outset a barrier and a new sign, the latter not simply
warning of steep cliffs and difficult passage as the other signs do but of
winter closure, with legal language telling the walker she assumes all risk and
responsibility absolutely
as if i didn’t before says olafa. but the day and conditions are better than that one day i considered
not completing the trail. indeed, while not as good as the best days they’re
better than the 3 or 4 slightly challenging days. i will walk the trail.
and she climbs over the barrier and laughs at the serious legal language and
walks and has a delightful time and the ocean is like the golden hair of the
gods and the sky as the tawny belly of the ancient great bird roc and the land
like the sleepy genitalia of a once loved lover and the sun, though shy behind
a great orgy of clouds, like a wondrous vast rube goldberg machine made
entirely of a single act of blown coloured glass, elaborately whirring and confusing and deviously
complicated, a weltmaschine, a kinetic art installation hung from the heaven we pride ourselves in having slaughtered, a veeblefetzer,
auspicious and doomed
next: a lesson in jurisprudence ii
some notes that could be deemed philosophical
