Life as an Extreme Sport

Grace, Passion

The Swede and I were talking today, and at one point he wondered what Mars was like. I tried to explain, and failed as you are always bound to when trying to paint a human being in a medium as faulty as words. But still, I tried. I told him how beautiful Mars is, both his person and his soul. I tried to explain that he’s always mistaken for a rock star, that he carries himself with confidence and grace, that he is at heart an artist.

And then I figured it out. In such a faulty medium, I found the right words.

What is Mars like?

He moves like water runs, he lives like fire burns.