Thousand: Four Hundred Eighteen

lost track of his goal. “Serious hypothermia is cozy. You feel all relaxed and comfortable and unmotivated, and who would want not to feel so nice. You sit down and smile and congratulate yourself on finding your way to the frozen waste that will creep into your bones, loving you, taking your life in its fine white hands.” Bernie isn’t even listening to himself by this time, but talking keeps his teeth from banging together in violent shivers. Then he notices that he hasn’t had to step around anything, that one foot is able to follow the line the other