You’ll lay paths as you go, and sometimes they’ll converge with the paths of others. These are more like roads than paths. But mostly you’ll walk alone. It doesn’t matter which way you walk; there’s only forward. Even if you retrace your steps, the ripples of your passing the first time will have irrevocably altered the landscape, or your mind will have undergone too many changes for the perspective to be the same. What are we to do when our pasts are irretrievably lost and we can’t trust our senses? We do the only thing we can, of course, and that is to keep moving, placing one foot in front of the other.