"I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was— I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen. I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future."
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road
The good die first
And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
Burn to the socket.
William Wordsworth— The Excursion
I loved these flowers when I was younger. I’m convinced my mom planted them in our garden just so she could listen to me call them “Japansies” every day.
Love this film.
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Thank you Rookie Mag for never failing to answer life’s most important questions. I mean, where did Eric Matthews go? Seriously.