And it's finally only in the woods you get that nostalgia for "cities" at last, you dream of long gray journeys to cities where soft evenings'll unfold like Paris but never seeing how sickening it will be because of the primordial innocence of health and stillness in the wilds- So I tell myself, "Be Wise.”― Jack Kerouac, "Big Sur"
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Motion Sickness
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