From a Place Nobody Knows

“I was lingering out on the pavement. There was a missing person inside of myself and I needed to find him . . . I felt done for, an empty burned-out wreck . . . Wherever I am, I’m a ’60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of state from a place nobody knows.”
― Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Vol. 1

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September 23, 2013 · 1:30 pm

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