The beautiful drive of procrastination pushes me here.
I've been enjoying Big Sur by Jack Kerouac recently.
There's just something in it, you know, about the way someone can just continue on their stream of thoughts and still make it interesting― I can't ever seem to really do that without repeating myself or making a statement that just seems incredibly bland yet he can talk on and on for miles like a dirt road through a cornfield, just stretching, stretching, and all the while you're wondering well where the hell is this road going to? i dont even like corn that much but you just keep driving for curiosity, not corn and when you get to the end JACK KEROUAC actually has something to say and a message! he makes stream of consciousness make sense as opposed to most that just seem to obliterate all logic [see: this post]
Fleet Foxes self-titled album has also been keeping me company. It's a lovely record.