#36: The Beast and the Road
The cart Karl pulled wasn’t just a convenience—it was a symbol of everything he carried, physically and mentally. Nicknamed “The Beast,” it was built to endure rain, snow, gravel, and neglect. It creaked and swayed but never collapsed, just like its owner.

Inside it were journals, spare boots, pots, maps, tools, and the bare essentials for staying alive in forgotten corners of the planet. It became an extension of him, visible proof of his self-sufficiency. People stared, asked questions, or joked. But Karl rarely explained.
