While at Siberia this past weekend I discovered I'd had a visitor. Someone had actually come, and had made their way from the ghost town to the Writing Bridge, where they left some no uncertain message of their visit, and perhaps a gentle homage to my own endeavors there.
My name is Kurt Bell.
You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.
Be safe... But not too safe.
This is very odd seeing someone write numbers like that. Did you in any way feel as though someone had intruded into your space, or did you just find it interesting that someone had been there?