NOSTOMANIA [nos-tuh-mey-nee-uh, -meyn-yuh] (noun) - an overwhelming desire to return to familiar surroundings, or to one's home; obsessive or abnormal interest in nostalgia; insanity brought on by homesickness.

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"You are 99 years old, you are on your deathbed, and you have a chance to come back to right now: what would you do?”

Jérôme Jarre

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"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life." 

— Albert Camus

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“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” 

Albert Einstein

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“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.” 

George Bernard Shaw

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“Between truth and the search for truth, I opt for the second."

- Bernard Berenson

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Above photo excerpted from "Ghosts of Sukhumi (Sukhumi, Abkhazia)."

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness." 

- Mark Twain

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    “Not all those who wander are lost."

- J.R.R. Tolkien

       "Some fuckers who wander are actually lost."

- The Nostomaniac

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    "What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."

-Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator (1830-1890)

“You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch!”

- Edgar Mitchell

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“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”

Henry David Thoreau

Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume, labuntur anni, nec pietas moram, rugis et instanti senaectae, adferet indomitaeque morti.