Isn’t going anywhere the same as going nowhere?
Isn’t running away from everything the same as running toward everything?
What can one do aside from pass through?
Who can understand me?
‘The romanticism of illegality‘
….we flee in search of last summer or next summer.
If the rest of my life were summer and I rode toward everywhere, how would the world open up for me?
I’ll find true love in a golden land.