wanderlust

I imagined a lot of things. That I would shine. That I’d be good. I’d dwell bareheaded on a summit turning a wheel that would turn the earth and undetected, amongst the clouds, I would have some influence; to be of some avail.

patti smith

What matters matters but it doesn’t. Some of the time everything matters. Much of the time nothing matters. In the long run both everything and nothing matter a lot.

james broughton