as  we cross  the mountain, we can  walk 
 only at night.  long  ago,  someone here 
 must've angered  the sun,  and today  it 
 still burns us  strangely.  but with the 
 sunset the air  comes  raining back down 
 and  gets  thick enough  to breathe.  it 
 carries  with it smells  from far  away, 
 colourful sparks for the  imagination, a 
 sharp  contrast for the stale  black  of 
 the night.                               
                                          
 the others think  i'm  young, they don't 
 take  me   seriously  and  i  fear  they 
 snicker  a  bit.  you  usually  get  old 
 before  you  learn the  trade  enough to 
 take  other people. but  i  do lead them 
 safely     forward,     every     night. 
                                          
 however,  currently  there  seems to  be 
 something  going on ahead.  those around 
 the   corner  have  stopped,   shouting, 
 pointing.                                
                                          
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                                          
 my greatest treasure, the                
 book of stars,   is  a   combined   map, 
 calendar and  timepiece  as long as  you 
 know what  year  it  is. every page is a 
 grid of  nine  starfields,  hand  drawn, 
 below which are written  coordinates  in 
 both space  and  time.  a  lot  of it is 
 applicable  on  earth,  but not all.  it 
 hints  of  other  places  -  some  stars 
 reordered,  some  names  i  have   never 
 heard.    sometimes    the   dates   are 
 impossible.                              
                                          
 those pages are  exactly what i scramble 
 for right  now.  i've stopped breathing. 
 i sling  open  the  book of  stars a bit 
 too quick, spilling all my notes  on the 
 ground. one  lands  on my  foot, it is a 
 drawing of  a  muscle cow,  but  i could 
 care less right now.                     
                                          
 for it seems like  there's a new moon in 
 the sky.