I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
on-the-road sal-paradise
All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).
life-changing on-the-road travel travel-writing
At night in this part of the West the stars, as I had seen them in Wyoming, were as big as Roman Candles and as lonely as the Prince who's lost his ancestral home and journeys across the spaces trying to find it again, and knows he never will.
jack-kerouac on-the-road sal-paradise stars
I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
jack-kerouac on-the-road stars