The end of the road (sort of): a Kumano Kodo epilogue
I woke up this morning, and every cell in my body screamed, “YOU. ARE. DONE.” Not in a poetic, enlightened way—more like a “you just got hit by a small truck and then reverse-rolled over by a bus full of overeager pilgrims” kind of way. Crawling to the toilet on all fours, I considered just…