jueves, 4 de marzo de 2010

"I didn't know who I was ---I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel 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. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon".

-Jack Kerouac, On the Road.

-Then do it for me. If you really care.
-When you left me, I left Earth. Does that not show you that I care?

-Dr. Manhattan. Watchmen, 2009.

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