Every man's got to find themselves, and I found myself in bloody Western Australia, of all places - there was as far away as I could.
Our desire must be like a slow and stately ship, sailing across endless oceans, never in search of safe anchorage. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, it will find mooring for a moment.
I never knew when I was gong to leave. I might be walking over to a kid's house, then of all a sudden I would just stick out my thumb and hitchhike across three states.
There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway.
It is strange how one feels drawn forward without knowing at first where one is going.
The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.
I'm also starting to wonder something else. If maybe the point of this crazy quest I'm on wasn't to help me find Willem. Maybe it was to help me find someone else entirely.
The Only Thing More Surprising Than the Chance She's Taking... Is Where It's Taking Her.
