It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road.
‘How do you get to West Egg village?’ he asked helplessly.
I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had causally conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

2 years ago
Just when the catarpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly…
2 years ago

go. cop. that.

2 years ago