A good bargain
I’ll gladly accept Hell as a consequence of my incredulity – as I suspect I get the better part of the bargain. #TheGoodLife
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A good bargain
I’ll gladly accept Hell as a consequence of my incredulity – as I suspect I get the better part of the bargain. #TheGoodLife
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There’s no satisfaction in leaving a desert too soon. No relief in retreat. No peace, as after a trial.
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Location of abandoned Route 66 After two years of research I've finally pieced together the desert location of a twenty mile stretch of abandoned Route 66.
Our only true refuge
The dessert exists beneath the street, and upon the sea, and across the vault of heaven. Only within our hearts does the wildness fail, and only as long as we’re with another. Loneliness is the harbinger of that universal desolation we neither know nor want.
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Beyond diminished returns Don't go alone in the wild unless you're willing to learn just how far diminishing returns can really go.
The thing I fear while alone in the wild I'm starting to get at, and uncover, the haunting thing which I always meet while alone in the deep wild.
Discovering Mt. Wildness
Almost ten years ago I invented the fiction of Mt. Wildness; a place in my mind which typified the remote wilderness of deep Japan. I never found Mt. Wildness there, though I sometimes heard the howling from that place, and I knew the approximate location of the long-deserted woodsman’s cabin on the near side of the mountain. When I came to America I forgot about Mt. Wildness for a time; focused…
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The emptiness of an unoccupied room Unoccupied rooms can acquire the quality of empty desert; not in fact, but in terms of human neglect and disregard, like a toy where there are no children, or a companion without company.