Twenty two years old : that's the age I'm looking to. I'll wait it like the deserts miss the rain.

You were so young, Chris, and people call you crazy because of the end of your adventure. You died with almost twenty four years in Alasca, alone.. so young!

"Do you want to die?" they ask me. "He died, how this destiny can be interesting to you?".
All I do is smile, look at nothing and say:

-He died. Such as I'm gonna die someday.. such as you'll gonna die. Death doesn't scare me. An unhappy life full of hypocrites and covered in lies.. hm, that scare the shit out of me.