On the road...

>>Everything was being mixed up, and all was falling. I knew my affair with Lucille would't last much longer[...] Besides which Lucille would never understand me because I like to 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.<<

Jack Kerouac - On the Road, 1955

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