guided by Tolstoy and the moon
Oct. 3rd, 2001 01:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabthis song is about Chris McCandless, the one who burned his cash and changed his name to Alex Supertramp and walked off into the Yukon and starved to death in an abandoned bus, and it sounds good to me right now.
I bought the book. I read the book. I hate Thoreau. I think I have a civic duty to pay my taxes. I read Tolstoy. I prefered Vronsky to Levin. but the snow, the safe, that erring unspecific ensuredness that, no, no, I can take care of myself, Chris said, when the trucker tried to lend him a parka and snowshoes, and I know, and I had it, and I miss it.
Sahara will never be the south of France, obvious with the rising sun. if I had no home I'd build one in the sand, if I didn't have a love I'd find me one
L did remind me it snows here though, and while it looks like I'm depressed, I'm not, I'm just broody, thinking of other times and other places where it was before and it's not here and it's not now.
Except, you know, I wanted that before too.
I bought the book. I read the book. I hate Thoreau. I think I have a civic duty to pay my taxes. I read Tolstoy. I prefered Vronsky to Levin. but the snow, the safe, that erring unspecific ensuredness that, no, no, I can take care of myself, Chris said, when the trucker tried to lend him a parka and snowshoes, and I know, and I had it, and I miss it.
Sahara will never be the south of France, obvious with the rising sun. if I had no home I'd build one in the sand, if I didn't have a love I'd find me one
L did remind me it snows here though, and while it looks like I'm depressed, I'm not, I'm just broody, thinking of other times and other places where it was before and it's not here and it's not now.
Except, you know, I wanted that before too.
