avenue of the giants
4 September 1997

You've heard that you can walk forever into this dark and intimidating forest without ever seeing another soul. You're counting on it. Golden-red needles blanket your path, silencing each step you take further into nowhere. Details fall away from you, disappearing like the sounds of the cars passing along the avenue. You long to vanish altogether: to be swallowed by the ancient trees or at least lose your careless memories saturated with her taste and smell; an indifferent gaze contradicted by glassy tears.