This is one of those times when explaining a feeling cannot measure up to actually having the feeling

Deployed upon that plain they moved in a constant elision, ordained agents of the actual dividing out the world which they encountered and leaving what had been and what would never be alike extinguished on the ground behind them.

Getting into the vehicle of life, all you have to do is to drive, do not speed while having your ride not minding how long the journey may last.

Yeah, I think A Confederacy of Dunces is probably the perfect New Orleans book.

Written By Poppy Z. Brite

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