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STOIC POETRY | My mind playing tricks on me alone in the desert at night

Updated: Sep 4, 2021

My anxiety rises as I walk alone though the dark desert more than a mile from Siberia and on my way into the Deep Water Wilderness. There's something about this journey which sets the mind off-even during the day, and more so at night. "Slow the footsteps, Kurt."

Hiking alone in the desert at night draws many thoughts and emotions to the surface, especially when you switch off the flashlight and feel your way through and across a landscape where seemingly familiar landmarks will bring you to dawn somewhere you've never been. On this particular journey, I was haunted by the recurring sense that others were out there with me, though I knew for certain there was no other human soul for a hundred square miles.


My name is Kurt Bell.

You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.

Be safe... But not too safe.

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