(5(1)7) – Fiftyone Seventeen

I contradict myself

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself. – Walt Whitman

All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. – Ernest Hemingway

You can be sorry about something and not regret it. – Taylor Jenkins

This impermanence is the key to our pain and our joy. – Sallie Tisdale

At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. – Toni Morrison

In which I wrap up the trip mostly, with the last few days of narrative and pretty pictures. Oh, and read how Doomsie took a rock to the windshield!

In which I recover mostly and post nothing much of importance except lots of pretty pictures.

Now what?

I guess it turns out that attitude has a lot to do with how much I enjoy a day? Not mad about that, but also, wtf. Is it really that easy?

What if I can reset by staying, rather than leaving? What if I don’t need quiet, but noise?