I often wonder how we increasingly traverse our planet, and how an ever increasingly collection of fridge magnets proclaim the geographies we have conquered on the steely landscapes of man made objects that make up so much of our lives today. And yet we're all increasingly lost in the labyrinths of our own soul. Anxious to tread into our own psyche. For me, somehow being in the midst of mountains, while amplifying this feeling of disorientation, makes me feel more at home. And often they are where I turn to, and time and again, they help me stumble onward, on the journey back to self. Halting at a roadblock en route to Jispa.