“I was…a citizen of a country I had barely seen, and there were places to go, and things to do. There was cities, and there was countryside. There were mountains, and there were valleys. There were rivers. There were museums, and music, and motels, and clubs, and diners, and bars, and buses. There were battlefields and birthplaces, and legends, and roads. There was company if I wanted it, and there was solitude if I didn’t.
I picked a road at random, and I put a foot on the curb and one in the traffic lane, and I stuck out my thumb.”
Firstly, this is from a Jack Reacher novel. Which one?
Secondly, based on conversation this evening…Boom. there it is. Life is mostly just like this; promise your goods to people you love while you can AND tell them cause when you die, who knows but what is on paper and written into the memories of people you trust. And I’ve no paper.
Maybe …”The dreams in which I am dying are the best I ever had” says Gary Jules.