People tend to call me Bria, and I tend to go by it. Im an aspiring drifter that takes a lot of pictures
Who I was before, I cannot recall.
A room full of strangers, people who enjoy traveling on trains half as much as i do, people who unintentionally make me completely comfortable by being themselves, every "deadhead" that i can, and a lot of nomads
"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."