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STOIC POETRY | A note from adventure

Updated: Sep 4, 2021

September 6, 2019

Dear Eric,

I’m typing you this note with some difficulty from a tent in the deep desert. There's just one-bar of connection. It’s hot. And it’s dark. The stars are great. The night air hot. I sense the damage done to my motorcycle yesterday. It’s like an invalid horse required to get away from this place. I didn’t sleep well for the heat, and the hard ground, and the trains. And soon the sun will rise. It’ll blaze and attempt to kill me here. I’ll certainly die if I remain... It's hard here. It’s hard. And I’m old now. And feeling it. This is why I came to this place. This is why I come. The Great Life Adventure.




My name is Kurt Bell.

You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.

Be safe... But not too safe.

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