traveling is a brutality. it forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of...– Cesare Pavese
Andy McKee - Drifting
My uncle John's HWS article on page 70 →
HWS = hollow wooden surfboard. I’m apprenticing haha
Call me Ishmael.
“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street and...