People start with cool ideas and actual content, I start with a cool title and work backwards. The book would be called Tales from Trekking Trails, it would be cool stories from trekking trips. Kind clean earnest. It'll have love stories, stories of dedication and loyalty and friendship, and horror stories, bizarre happenings. Spooky things. Something to unhinge you a little.
Here's the storyline I thought of before I thought of the title. It came to me this evening, may have been in my dreams don't remember sleep cycle's all fucked up. This is about the story, not me, let's get there.
A small group of trekkers is climbing a tall mountain. They encounter an accident, recover from it and keep climbing. The villages and people they encounter get stranger and stranger. Paler folks, creepy kids strangely pensive old folks. Their climb gets quite difficult and seemingly never ends. They make it to above the cloud like and the peak is still quite far off. After many struggles, suffering through too much pain, they make it to what they think is the top.
And then the reveal. They're dead. They were dead right after their 'accident', they didn't make it through. All the other trekkers they met all the children the villagers they're all dead people. They ponder upon the meaning of life and death, come to the realization if this is what death is it's not too bad. Creepy menacing laugh from the skies ensues.
For the adventure-loving folks the meaning of life derives from the struggles. The story turns that approach to life around and asks what if you can face the same struggles beyond living. What then is the difference between living and dying and does it even matter?
Etcetera. Sunne laai sunkoo mala bhanne lai foolko maala yo katha baikuunthaai jaala bhanne belaa maa turunta aijaala
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