I Think Part Of The Appeal Of

Weeping...betraying A Sense Of Loss So Huge And Irreparable That The Mind Balks At Taking Its Measure.

You Should Own Nothing Except What You Can Carry On Your Back At A Dead Run.

The Desert Sharpened The Sweet Ache Of His Longing, Amplified It, Gave Shape To It In Sere Geology And Clean Slant Of Light.

But [everett] And Mccandless, At Least They Tried To Follow Their Dream. That’s What Was Great About Them. They Tried. Not Many Do.

What If I Were Smiling And Running Into Your Arms? Would You See Then What I See Now?