i must wander the endless paths , pass through the countless doors , travel the roads and gaze into hollow trunks , under stones , beside the craters of shooting stars , between lovers and fighters , inside the shells of crabs and nuts , by the unsteady walls of burning houses and along the barely discernible banks of dried up rivers ; over mountains , across deserts i must go , barren and manifold , always with my eyes and mind open , never sleeping , hunting below and above ground until i trace my story and capture it , returning then for that tale to be told .