On the Road (as) The Sun Also Rises.
The grass is almost always more romantic in other people's lives, recollections, and daydreams compared to our own, and so we take strides to emulate the imaginary shimmer that reflects from their version of our same stories. The occasional coffee shop rendezvous transforms into an afternoon in Paris, and the local library walkway into the Arch de Triump. Road trips mimic the spontaneity of Kerouac's drug-induced rants, with unexpected texts instead of unpredictable pills. And, nowadays, walks through the burbs (and I do mean those of William's, burg not Shakespeare) or faux vintage facebook albums inevitably transform us to generations past, where friends work effortlessly to fit into grandmother's promiscuous teenage years and iphones mirror tattered memories. Enjoy!
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