Nada3 25 - I Ate Human Flesh

We’ve come to the end of a line. Forty awful canyons lined up one against another like cuts from a cosmic butcher’s knife. You could crawl through them on your hands and knees if you wanted.

It would take days to get to the otherside.

There’s a predictable cycle to the days here: The wind comes in. People wake up. Everyone goes about their business in a predictable way. Things stop, people eat. The afternoon is spent lounging around. People eat again. The evening grinds to a halt. People pack in. The wind changes. They sleep. The world revolves like this in such an utterly predictable way. This is just the overview of course. Within these cycles are smaller one that complicate things slightly, but you’ve essentially understood the pace of life here without losing much at all.