....and the roads were where we lived. We slept in rock quaries and on door steps of churches - I slept on the floor of the convenience store just off the cap rock in Texas, I put my head by the beer case to get some cold air, and it didn't matter that I had a condo back home or a bed because you become the character in the story you are living and whatever you were is gone...
Who I Follow
So we don’t look at the troubles we have now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.