What is the feeling when you’re driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. Jack Kerouac.
i’m almost set to leave panama. another couple of weeks and i’m gone. and thanks to Ruben blades’ recent comments in la critica i could be leaving one step ahead an angry mob. read more»



