I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you,

they always look familiar, long lost,

like an old dream, like a forgotten song …

all the living and the dying and the heartbreak …

– Jack Kerouac –

Ph : Tankh Tung Nguyen

People talk of “social outcasts.” The words apparently denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a “social outcast” from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.

– Osamu Dazai – No Longer Human