He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
Showing posts with label minimalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label minimalism. Show all posts
12 April 2010
Unfettered
What's money? A person is a success if they get up in the morning and gets to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do." - Bob Dylan
Labels:
freedom,
materialism,
minimalism,
quotes of weeks past
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