Solipsism on a boat: Ava‘s sailboat Ingwe…. And a sweater, the best one I ever had, that I miss dearly.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life? What follows is not a blueprint for the man entombed; not many people find themselves in a situation paying a hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year (as if any man is worth that much). But the struggle is relative: it’s a lot hard to walk away from an income like that than from a fraction thereof.
Sterling Hayden, Wanderer, 1963