Antieuphoria

On disappearing into dust

I am laying in a bunkbed, by a hostel window, in a small farming village on the road to León. I am reading a profile on the author Roger Deakin, who only published one book while alive, but a bestseller. Around me pilgrims sleep and read, chat and peel oranges. In an instant, a heart stopping sense of loss totally overwhelms me. Around me, life continue…