vagabond for beauty.

way up at the top of the nature section i found that book about everett ruess i read years ago. it's sad like into the wild, and mysterious and familiar as your own shadow. reading it was living it, making a trail into desert wilderness, winding up nowhere but away. from here. not from here. wherever your here is you go with him and ultimately wind up like him, alone, lost or at the end of your civil tether, carving your name on a rock in the sand, not your family name, your chosen name, though it too was a shadow gleaning from a book you once read. i won't say the name, it's all the same. name.

it's a romance, after all. no matter what you do.