15 April 2015


«So, every time he felt on the verge of being swept away by anxiety and his thoughts were dangerously becoming an incoherent mush, he would get on his car and drive without a specific destination.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 12

«I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.» 
                                                                                              Jack Kerouac 

                                    a story for tomorrow. from gnarly bay on Vimeo.

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