Stevesegz: don't go, there is nothing there
Stevesegz: point the way; they will gather and watch from lofty perch, pacified.
Stevesegz: Embark; with apprehension and exhiliration.
Stevesegz: Initial optimism fades; venture on, is there nothing here?
Stevesegz: Boundaries of nothing, transgression satisfys inquisitiveness.
Stevesegz: A beautiful shrub swaying in the breeze.
Stevesegz: sudden realisation of open expectation
Stevesegz: exultation in a precipice, and now the void.
Stevesegz: Natural barriers in decline
Stevesegz: I drew breath on catching a glimpse in the mirror
Stevesegz: 'Eureka' lithe, graceful, perfect. Joy at first contact.
Stevesegz: A prickly individual, a product of his environment, sad really, can't be helped.
Stevesegz: Meeting a tribal elder, Origins of his species.
Stevesegz: Who does the pilgrimage serve?
Stevesegz: Seeking shelter induces new frustrations
Stevesegz: Settlers struggle for an existence, outcasts.
Stevesegz: The weak sought solace in congregation
Stevesegz: Strength in adversity resulting in isolation.
Stevesegz: Results of lingering indicate the final route.
Stevesegz: Environmental oppression takes its toll; weary.
Stevesegz: Sensorial transposition: deep introspection and rumination
Stevesegz: Everything is there if you open your mind to see.