Notes from the road: it is my dream, not to die nobly for a cause, but to live humbly for one. I'm still alive and passing the time mostly by wasting it. I'm on a different mission, not just to see the city, but to try and live in it if only for a short while. Recently, however, I have failed. Mostly just hanging out instead of learning and this may be the first time I feel a spark of regret for something I have done while traveling. Not exploring Cambodia more ...

Notes from the road: it is my dream, not to die nobly for a cause, but to live humbly for one. I'm still alive and passing the time mostly by wasting it. I'm on a different mission, not just to see the city, but to try and live in it if only for a short while. Recently, however, I have failed. Mostly just hanging out instead of learning and this may be the first time I feel a spark of regret for something I have done while traveling. Not exploring Cambodia more...

Notes from the road: it is my dream, not to die nobly for a cause, but to live humbly for one. I'm still alive and passing the time mostly by wasting it. I'm on a different mission, not just to see the city, but to try and live in it if only for a short while. Recently, however, I have failed. Mostly just hanging out instead of learning and this may be the first time I feel a spark of regret for something I have done while traveling. Not exploring Cambodia more...

Notes from the road: it is my dream, not to die nobly for a cause, but to live humbly for one. I'm still alive and passing the time mostly by wasting it. I'm on a different mission, not just to see the city, but to try and live in it if only for a short while. Recently, however, I have failed. Mostly just hanging out instead of learning and this may be the first time I feel a spark of regret for something I have done while traveling. Not exploring Cambodia more...

Notes from the road: some more philosophical crap to sink your mind into. What do you want? If you have to ask, then you have no right to an answer. The trick in life is to want nothing and succeed at getting it. So it goes. All my favorite authors turned out to be dead. Kurt Vonnegut, Hunter Thompson, Earnest Hemingway. And what did they want? What did they get? What did they take with them when they decided that they had enough of this place? I said before, th...