"Someday I'll walk away and be free...I'll leave without a forwarding address and walk across some barren wilderness to drop the world there. Then wander free of care like an unemployed Atlas."
April 21, 2003
"Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. "
From Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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