On the road to nowhere.

I've just finished reading Barack Obama's book: Dreams From My Father. It's beautifully written and slightly reminiscent of On The Road by Jack Kerouac but set in Africa. Running heavily throughout the book is Obama's quest to find out who he is, but more precisely, who his father was and how, as a man of mixed-heritage, he's to make sense of a racially divided world.

Listening to: Ray Lamotagne's cover of Crazy by Gnarls Barkley.