text_original: He must cling to it, lest he might lose that illusive feeling. Then when he laid it down he felt regret fade into a realization that the yellow gravel road bed also inspirited him. He wanted to feel it, work in it, level it, make it somehow his own.
text_transcription: HE MUST CLING TO IT LEST HE MIGHT LOSE THAT ELUSIVE FEELING THEN WHEN HE LAID IT DOWN HE FELT REGRET FADE INTO A REALIZATION THAT THE YELLOW GRAVEL ROADBED ALSO INSPIRITED HIM HE WANTED TO FEEL IT WORK IN IT LEVEL IT MAKE IT SOMEHOW HIS OWN
phonemes: hiː mˈʌst klˈɪŋ tʊ ɪt, lˈɛst hiː mˌaɪt lˈuːz ðæt ɪlˈuːsɪv fˈiːlɪŋ. ðˈɛn wɛn hiː lˈeɪd ɪt dˌaʊn hiː fˈɛlt ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt fˈeɪd ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɹˌiːəlᵻzˈeɪʃən ðætðə jˈɛloʊ ɡɹˈævəl ɹˈoʊd bˈɛd ˈɔːlsoʊ ˈɪnspɪɹˌɪɾᵻd hˌɪm. hiː wˈɔntᵻd tə fˈiːl ɪt, wˈɜːk ɪn ɪt, lˈɛvəl ɪt, mˌeɪk ɪt sˈʌmhaʊ hɪz ˈoʊn.