I read Mauss’ ‘The Gift’ for the fifty-billionth time today. While it felt a little indulgent I reassured myself that it was actually completely necessary if I’m to finely dress the finer knots in this final, theoretical weave of the thesis.
After reading it over-again I thought to process my thoughts at the mountain. My e’er faithful friend ‘Bäru’ and I ran a fair 7.5km through an early sun-shower up to the dam where we washed out faces (and lapped at the cool water) before running back down into the last lingering ebb of afternoon-evening light. Joy is the world.