Saturday, September 19, 2015

We could have been happy. For a while.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
 
-Jack Kerouac
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Of all his photos, this one below I relate to the best. Small town kid.
 
 
 "... and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”
 
-Jack Kerouac
 
 

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