When times flies, as it will, intelligent life is circled around less time with stupid people and less time with wasted conversation…with above mentioned stupid people.
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
It is a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad world aft
er all and it is grower smaller by the minute!
I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.