A pilgrim in Austin, Texas. Overcast sky. Drizzle and twenty-five degrees. Five kilometers along a lake. They came back from a mushroom journey carrying questions. About sacred fire and the smallest kindling. About the spiral that always returns to the beginning. About the one piece at the center of every story, which turns out to be nothing. We are actors in a divine comedy who forgot we are in a play. The treasure was always where we started.

Walk: https://plgr.im/ep3 — returns to the trail on April 11, 2027