"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing." -Charles Bukowski.

"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing." -Charles Bukowski.

“I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and the star sprinkled sky to the roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown to any paved highway, and  the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities.” – Everett Ruess

“I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and the star sprinkled sky to the roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities.” – Everett Ruess