Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Monday, November 15, 2004

He woke up, the room was bare. He didn't see her anywhere. He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide

I have always been unsatisfied with life as most people live it. Always I want to live more intensely and richly. Why muck and conceal one's true longings and loves, when by speaking one might find someone to understand them, and by acting on them one might discover one's true self.......... Beauty has always been my god . Everett Ruess