A Path Through . . .

( Photography by Jiri Benedikt - found here ) Up. Always up— since Babel, we’ve climbed cloud ladders just to fall. No one cares if the bruises are colored like coffee or like night. We like the taste of trial and error: Everest and the Moon are witnesses. We crave crème brulee garnished with stars that will brand our esophagus and intestines in 30,000 Kelvin. Our eyes and noses are up, as though our skin feels starved of Heaven— and maybe it is. ~Courtney Moody