dođem s namjerom da napokon izbrišem napuštene riječi... onda pročitam rečenice, sjetim se male osobe koja ih je pisala... i ne mogu.

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger – because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

—Jack Kerouac






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