“Out here, I was both distraught and serene. My grief filled every conscious hour, but with no one around to watch me struggle against it, I let the tears flow freely and felt the heartbreak quietly ebb. If I carried too much sorrow at once, my pace would slow, and I hated moving slowly. In my opinion, it was worse even than standing still: too distracted to be truly present, and too sedate to make tangible progress. Forward became my favorite direction. And the faster, the better.”
— Taiya Day