An Observation from the Depths of a Harsh Patagonian Winter

There are so many metaphors for life in nature. Glacial ice starts off as snow, like a freshly created memory – delicate. It compresses under the weight of the future and eventually becomes too solid to mould. But it builds beneath the ground on which we stand and that is the culmination of our past. The snow has fallen, the memory cemented. It cannot unfall. We are the glaciers.