Far from seeing everything, we saw nothing. We went north, where the winter sun never ventures above the horizon, where the night shift lasts from October to February. In that dark, time ceases to exist. We knew where we were – we just couldn’t see it. Our bodies told us that the sun would come out tomorrow, but it never did.
Eventually we had a slight feeling of orientation. The sun lit the moon, the moon lit the mountaintops and the peaks became landmarks that made it possible to navigate: to see.