"I find it comforting. It's solid and constant,[...] I tell myself that, in contrast, my life is insignificant. Others were here before me. Others have suffered worse. When I look at the mountain, I can practically feel the hot breath of pursing Spanish soldiers. I imagine the panicked Native Americans running through the weeds, sharp stones cutting their bare feet"
UM WHAT. THAT SHOULDN'T BE A COMFORTING THOUGHT
(It's an arc)