A weekend passes in squanders, in balloons and sunshine and the gnawing sensation that there is something else you should be doing. Everyone else only wants you to do it in theory, while you dream of remote Montana wilderness and a house without doors. The truth is we have to build our own walls.
The truth is if you believe in this this magic, then it's up to you to build it.
Put one foot in front of the other.
Don't look up until you are there.
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- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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