arresting place

There’s an ancient quality to rivers and mountains. Of course, anything that’s millions of years in the making is ancient, but there’s a feeling of being old, being tired, being worn that emanates from these landscapes. The emotion is musty and damp, rusted and caked with years of grime. It’s as if the scene is weary of time and ready to dissolve into nothingness. The river is an old man who is tired of living and welcomes death, but death is beyond his reach, so he moves on, never stopping to rest, never going anywhere, just getting older and older. Eddie thinks to himself, “This is probably a good spot to die.”