Hunter S. Thompson, gonzo journalist, (July 18, 1937 – February 20, 2005)
He did not give “a flying fuck” what he smoked, or ingested, or did, but there was a thoughtful side. Early in his career, in an obituary of a friend, he wrote of “the dead-end loneliness of man who makes his own rules.”
Excerpted from The Economist
Whoever Emerges is a digital and physical art instillation by artist and poet, Michael Brod. Visit Whoever at Gallery 221 in New York.