And so:
- Began reading Big Sur by Kerouac. So far, so good. Never could get into On The Road, so I'm pleased to find I'm getting into this showing of Jack's. 40 pages in, I'm struck by how something written nearly 50 years ago could feel so fresh. And I'm making the typical mistake (or typical stroke of brilliance, depending on how you look at it, or if you care to look at it) of seeing shades of myself in the subject matter, things that ring truer and more familiar than I would have expected.
*Or rather, as this blog will say going foward. Remember: this is the first (and in all reasonable likelihood, only) installment of OoMTIDT.
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