He had travelled all over - rarely spending more than a couple of nights anywhere. He enjoyed the short trips - keeping the van ticking over and putting the miles on...
Christ, that's sad. Like Van Gogh finally succumbing to the demons which plagued him most of his life.
His captive soul was freed to wander the cosmos.
Christ, that's sad. Like Van Gogh finally succumbing to the demons which plagued him most of his life.
His captive soul was freed to wander the cosmos.