Christopher Johnson McCandless, RIP
February 12, 1968-August 18, 1992 (24)
‘There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Naure more.’
Wanderlust gone astray. Escaping sadness and opportunity…going your own way into oblivion. As seems appropriate now, a very bittersweet ending.