They had come to San Francisco knowing it could never last forever. With stomachs nauseous and souls screaming a thousand babbling words they packed up all the existence and esprit their exhausted hearts could carry.
Their battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; they had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
required reading: On The Road and Big Sur, Jack Kerouac
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