Making it in NYC

Just do it already.

I woke up as the sun was reddening…

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“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, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and 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.”
— Jack Kerouac (On the Road)

for my SL, and all of you other people looking for something.

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Written by mikechan007

March 25, 2010 at 4:54 pm

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  1. I love this book man, and this particular passage always gets me. Kind of like when I first moved here.

    lark_macson

    March 25, 2010 at 11:10 pm


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