by W. Wordsworth. . I travelled among unknown men,. In lands beyond the sea;. Nor, England did I know till then. What love I bore to thee.. . 'Tis past, that melancholy dream!.
Living isn't easy. No need to make it harder. Stretch yourself until you snap. Ditch your superstitions. Lose your inhibitions. Tell them you're not coming back.
Postcards and letters. T-shirts and sweaters. Passports and Parkas. Mobiles and chargers. Two tennis rackets. Blue Rizla packets. A new sheep-skin jacket.
Build your coffin of balsa wood. Spend all that you earn. When you go you are gone for good. Never to return. Always to thine own self be true. Not to fools like me.