well... what have you done with your life?

This one is native to the thin wisps that seethe above us, half real clouds that incite the sensation of losing a word on the tip of your tongue, while it eats itself in suicidal evaporation. One of these guys says that slack-lining above a biblical abyss, without a harness, is true "freedom." One can't help but feel trapped, here, beneath the boiling sky, when one knows that others have been in it.