"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."
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 3
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These aren't my words. But my God they are beautiful. Life these past few months has shown itself in a numerous amount of ways.

It has seemed distant at times, alive, fed up, boring, impatient, speedy, remarkable, unbelievable, quiet, loud, quaint, and uncommon.

Sometimes I feel like I'm running along side life on a giant track. I get ahead, and wait for it to catch up; but once it does it zooms passed me and then it has to wait for me.

Life is a duel. But still works one step at a time.