I'm reading Resan till Sachalin by Kristian Petri with every page i turn the wanderlust increases and i don't even get why a former prison island a place described even worse than Dante's inferno is that fascinating to me maybe it's because it's far away from here
And my inner chris mccandless tells me to go into the woods and i'd honestly like to follow the call but convenience keeps me here
We are longing for liberty from social necessities i refuse to squander my life i refuse to squander my life i refuse to squander my life