“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” - On The Road - Jack Kerouac.
I relate to this.
I stole a copy of Big Sur from my favourite bedroom. I tried reading it on the bus, but I can never concentrate over the screaming babies, tinny dance music and general engine noise.
I love getting lost in books. I get nostalgic, thinking of Saturdays at my Grandma's house, trips to the library for 5 books which I would read in a week, the smell of her lamb and potato dinner cooking, scones baking, cups of tea and imperial mints.
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