" Here is what I learn about walking.
Walking, like running, is about finding a pace. Stride out too quickly and you soon tire and become disheartened. Stroll too slowly and the journey can sit heavy in the bowl of your stomach.
It is not passing across a landscape. Instead, it is feeling the landscape pass under you, as if the pushing of your feet into the ground turns the Earth further away from you, like balancing on a giant ball.
You do not walk with your feet. You walk with your boots. Bad boots make the walking harder.
When you walk, you notice the details. You notice the colours and shapes and precise movements of everything around you, from blades of grass to birds to creatures scurrying through the undergrowth. It is a way of becoming intimate with the landscape.
Walking on flat roads is too easy. It lets you think too much.
Walking over uneven rocky ground is a way to escape from the mind.
Wet shoes weigh you down.
Walking on a full stomach is like a sickness.
Walking on an empty stomach is worse.
Footsteps do not make a noise at the point where your boots hit the tarmac. They also sound in your head. They echo like an organ note in a cathedral.
Even when your body sweats, the ends of your fingers are still cold.
Feet can be hot and cold at the same time. "

― , My Name is Monster