“As to when I shall visit civilization, it will not be soon, I think. I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time. I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities. Do you blame me then for staying here, where I feel that I belong and am one with the world around me? It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty…”
De l’última carta d’Everett Ruess al seu germà Waldo, l’onze de novembre de 1934.
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No tinc ni puta idea d'anglés. Aleshores no puc comentar l'escrit, però la foto, ah!, la foto. L'anca com la neu del fons, la tens molt blanca.
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