A LETTER TO THOSE WHO PASSED THROUGH
Did you ever get tired of it all? Did you ever walk through the city, or street or suburb and honestly take in for a moment that you were there? Did you ever stop longing for the next part? The next month, the next big thing? The next record, the next obsession? Did you ever lay in your bed and stare out the window and not think about what clothes you had to put on for the day, for work, for the world? Just thought about the patterns on the wall? Who were your idols? What was your spiritual practice? How did you get to where you are? Are you happy? What’s getting you through? What advice can you give?













