Narrow way

Then he sat on the big armchair, just in front of the screen. Hands automatically positioned and one hemisphere concentrating while the other was in honeymoon. His eyes were suddenly replaced by two big pool balls, and it was way too much. He lied on the floor just for a minute. He should keep himself alive, at least keep his mind working. But that minute turned into an hour, and when he realized it, he was upset with himself.

Once again he had failed, and that wasn’t allowed. That wasn’t allowed. Once again his weakness had made him fall. -Such a shame-. It was really never enough; the summit was always so distant. Always so far and away. Anyway, he had to go on, keep on marching, keep on climbing.

When would that stop? Where would he stop? He didn’t know. Today he still doesn’t know, and in fact now we wonders if there’s a way out of the labyrinth.

He thinks he has chosen the narrow way, but it is so narrow indeed, that he wonders if it’s a way at all; or maybe it’s only him tracing his path to a world covered by impenetrable ice.