By magicalex on Skatehive
Today the journey pushed me toward one of those areas you don’t simply travel through: you survive them. The swampy area doesn’t present itself as hostile from the very first second; it does so patiently, as if waiting for you to be the one who gets tired first. And it certainly succeeds. It’s a vast, immense territory, almost cruel in its design, where the horizon repeats itself and your inner compass begins to fail. I spent hours there, not only because I got lost, but because I have that flaw —or virtue— of not wanting to leave anything behind. Every corner calls to me, every path seems to promise something, even if it’s an unnecessary death. Hoy el viaje me empujó hacia una de esas zonas que no se recorren, se sobreviven. El área pantanosa no se presenta como un lugar hostil desde el primer segundo; lo hace con paciencia, como si esperara a que seas tú quien se canse primero y vaya si lo consigue. Es un territorio enorme, inmenso, casi cruel en su diseño, donde el horizonte se repi