I never want to stop looking at these photos of the Grand Canyon filled with fog. I want to be the fog. Or maybe the canyon.
It makes me think of what is hands-down my all-time favorite thing ever published on the internet: Just Like Heaven by Paul Ford. It begins like this:
Question: Is there an afterlife? —Matt
Answer: If you ever need to make your own Grand Canyon, start with a river and lift up the earth. As the ground rises the river will carry some of it away. Wait seven million years, at which point tourists will come.
And it ends like this:
I believe there is an afterlife. When we die we go to the Grand Canyon. There we hover in the vastness as soft pipes play. We become a useful emptiness above the green, blue, Red River; we become the thing that tourists cannot see. Natives.
And every word in between is absolute perfection. I say this a lot, but this time I really mean it: Go read it. If you like, there’s a recording of Paul reading it aloud and you can just listen to it. But read along, too. It’s worth it.