Report, if you have a problem with this page“ forest paths – flat labyrinths – and gentle plains invite the walker’s body to softness, to languor. And memories arise like eddying mists. The air is more bracing with Nietzsche, and above all sharp, transparent. The thought is trenchant, the body wide awake, trembling. ”
Frédéric Gros
From : A Philosophy of Walking
