Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via beelockwood)
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