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  • There is something incredibly alluring about being In Transit. Like transition and transform it is a measure of movement. You are neither at point A or at point B: you are somewhere in between. You are somewhere that is incapable of definition when you are In Transit. You don't have to be doing anything because you are Transitioning.

    Where are you? On my way.

    Where is that, really? Where is My Way? It can't be found on a map. You can't plot it out with a dashed line and place a giant, obvious X at the end. If life were a map, it would be coded, triple, in another language both upside-down and backwards. Completely undecipherable and wholly unnecessary. Ditch the map and enjoy the In Between.

    cApitOLIze RANDomlY.
    usenopunctuationwhatsoever
    REBEL.
    ditch grammar. ditch the map. enjoy yourself.

    Lose yourself.
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