There was
nowhere
to go
but
everywhere.
so we just
kept on
rolling
under
the stars.
*Jack Kerouac, from On the Road, which I must’ve read. I must have? Maybe. I have zero recollection and am, quite frankly, not enamored of the 1950s white male experience, but this – especially as we start a new circle round the sun, was attractive, intriguing. Maybe I’ll have to pick up that book again. So many books, so little time… a good problem to have. Another Kerouac quote I like, “Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.” Always.