When there are no more jobs for these hands, no more ideas streaming from my mind
I wish to be remembered as a cultural chameleon, a humble drifter, sensitive to the beauty of this world
these days, they are borrowed, but the memories are ours to keep
the greatest gift of the mortal is living a life so brave that you find your tribe, and grow old with those know your soul so well, they can see the world through your eyes.
~Eric Vance Walton~