Sometimes I want to run away again.

sorrowsdaggerfall:

Maybe it was the journey that was the most interesting thing of all. The people I met. The conversations we had. The places I went to. The gradual comprehension of the difficulty of survival in a fairly developed country with no educational certificates and/or money. Well, I did have a reasonable amount of money with me. But not much. It wouldn’t have sustained me in the long run.

It’s got to be about the journey, and never the destination, lest you get there and find that it’s not what you want. And then you leave for the next pasture, and again and again, all the while studiously ignoring the journeys.

A city can be defined by the roads that create voids, or the blocks that create voids.

Where are the rainbows?

Notes