If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. – Henry Rollins
So Im more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane, than I am necessarily on a bed. Its weird being here. It feels like Im standing next to my real life. – Henry Rollins