It appears to be one of those days in which I get lost in an ocean of noise. I am alone, abandoned by all my assumptions. Who am I? What am I? What can I do with this who and that what? I urged myself to stay with my feelings because they were quite interesting and I thought that, if I imprint the memory of them I can use it for a rather interesting scene in some story. 

Not much more than that. Check out Alaska, near the Hubbard Glacier back in 2016.