We are halfway up the hill, EZ-Bet-99 and I. EZ-Bet-99 is a goat. Only met her, started following her, a few hours ago. We are halfway up the hill, and we’ve stopped because I can no longer tell whether I’m chasing or being led, can no longer distinguish these states of affairs. The blinding white rock and the no-wind and the sweat in my eyes. Do goats sweat? EZ-Bet-99 looks back, looks right through me. No hint of a hint.
2020-05-10 up that hill