Readings
Things are so hard to figure out when you
live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and
remembering it all. The woods do that to you,
they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of
a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of
forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all
like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood
and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak
that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass
overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity)
to this feeling. I came to a point where I needed solitude
and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’
what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass
and look at the clouds.”
― Jack Kerouac,
from The Dharma Bums
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