Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything

Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.

beautiful insane in the rain

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

I felt the sensation of each of the directions I mentally and emotionally turned into amazed at all the possible directions you can take with different motives that come in like it can make you a different person — I’ve often thought of this since childhood of suppose instead of going up Columbus as I usually did I’d turn into Filbert would something happen that at the time is insignificant enough but would be like enough to influence my whole life in the end? — What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?