What is the feeling when you’re driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? —it’s the too huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
“On The Road”, Jack Kerouac
anchorite
the one who lives in seclusion… / aquele que vive em seclusão…
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