Society

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRUGvArWXLk

"(...) I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon".
Trecho the "On the Road" - Jack Kerouac

Saudades

É uma linha tênue, o que há entre a solidão e a saudade.
Poderia dizer que a solidão é sentir falta de algo que não se conhece, enquanto a saudade, sentir falta de algo conhecido. Estaria sendo simplista.
É saudade sentir falta de algo que te deixa curioso a todo tempo, te surpreende e te completa de alguma forma que não se compreende. A saudade arde o prazer de se estar vivo, de querer conhecer, viajar, acordar. Saudade do toque, do arrepio, do que te faz repensar tudo o que há sobre si próprio.
É esta a curiosa diferença entre a saudade e a solidão: a presença. Afinal, a saudade é uma presença, uma indispensável presença.

Trecho de "On the road" - Jack Kerouac

"(...) They rushed down the street together, digging everything in the early way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank. But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"