The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.
“No matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.”
Jack Kerouac | On the Road
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