Welcome to Coldness

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That Argentinian back in the New Zealand hostel asked me a very important question once:

"Alaska?" said he. "Why the fuck are you going to Alaska man?"

"..." My answer.

But sometimes, things are best kept OPEN. A trip free to interpretation and general free-ness. Ah freedom.

The worn grey wrinkles and grooves upon the faces of millenia old mountains beckoned me forth with bitter cold whispers of wind. Onwards, to the icy wastelands of Alaska.

Quiteness. Coldness. Solitude. Open-ness. Freedom. Meditativeness. Oneness of Mind. But mostly, exculsively, Coldness.

Back to the Argentinian again:

"What the fuck is in Alaska man?" quothed he.

"It's fucking cold in Alaska man."

"No women, no car-ni-val, no nothing." he spat.  "Nada."

Exactamundo Amigo.

Nada.

Sometimes nothing is everything.

Lets see what happens...