rust mountain

seething hot parking lot pavement and a clusterfuck of trucks couldn't break the task. hungover spirits exorcised the poison with sweat equity. thousands and thousands and thousands of pounds of ancient historic metal moved by the sheer force of human muscle and laughably dangerous ingenuity. your legs first feel like waterfalls then go numb, and your shoulders and arms burn with an intensity of a hundred suns burned to dust by another hundred suns. one more day of it...and we haven't even got to the really heavy stuff yet. moving like an unholy force feels strangely spiritual. a hellacious task, but this is living.