Summary

Strangely, for someone who usually has difficulty with writing and expressing myself, I really enjoyed writing these blogs. Some of the texts were unbearable, on the other hand, others were inspiring and fascinating to read. I think at times I tend to run away with myself and perhaps lose the argument or point that the writer was trying to make, but I think/hope that my opinions and assessments were understood and legible throughout the blogs.

If I was to take anything away from this exercise, it would be that sharing my opinions (which I was quite anxious about doing with strangers) was an enjoyable and liberating sensation. It was also laborious as they required a great deal of editing due to appalling spelling and grammar mistakes. Another thing I got out of this experience was an appreciation for Allen Ginsberg’s and Jack Kerouac’s work, who were previously unknown to me. I was hoping to have “On The Road” finished by this time, so I could undoubtedly finish this summery by sharing some profound, spiritual knowledge, but I haven’t, so instead I will just leave you with one of my favourite quotes:

"who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism

and subsequently presented themselves on the

granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads

and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous

lobotomy,

and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin

Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy

occupational therapy Ping-Pong & amnesia,"