I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, estabilished-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life… Text by Jack Kerouac

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I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of [...]

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The smallness of things

What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?—it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. Text by Jack Kerouac

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Travel

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars. We’ve got to go someplace, find something. My witness is the empty sky. “We gotta go and never stop going till we get there. Where we going…? I don’t know but we gotta go.” Text by Jack Kerouac

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Alone we can do so little.   Together we can do so much.

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