#1 - Waste Trudge. Let the feet hunger for something soft amidst the gravel of bone. Saunter beyond the light and into the valley, dimmed by the ridges, incomplete with reproach. Aching, let them be. Let the pain and blisters and boils form out of the body and into the being. Muscles of bony welts and emulsified muscles burden them, but they are emancipated through it still. The burden gives meaning. And as they go through the lower passes of the valley, their burden grows.