Wednesday 2 April 2014

Without a Word

        As an adult, i have never said goodbye. I have left wives and lovers, naturally, but i have always disappeared without a word. I am one of those men who leaves the house, ostensibly, to get a package of cigarettes, and is never heard from again. That way, it is easier on both parties. As long as a man leaves everything behind, including his money, possessions and clothes, he will have no regrets when he begins a new life somewhere else.

Charles Willeford
I Was Looking for a Street

Peter Stackpole
Times Square 1944
LIFE magazine
reblogged from bygoneamericana

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