I have just finished the book “Into the Wild” by Jon Krakauer. It took me a very long time to make the last two final chapters. I think subconsciously I did not want to finish the book. Moving. I cannot really write anything write now about it.
Final picture: “He is smiling in the picture, and there is no mistaking the look in his eyes: Chris McCandless was at peace, serene as a monk gone to God.”
“At thefront of the bus, Billie picks up a pair of Chris’s patched, ragged jeans and, closing her eyes, presses them to her face. “Smell,” she urges her husband with a painful smile. “They still smell like Chris.”
- Busy day. Silence vow.
- Sunday’s musings