Big Sur - Jack Kerouac

The rambling of a drunken man travelling back and forth to a log cabin. Of its time, and perhaps the time has gone.


“One fast move or I'm gone,' I realize, gone the way of the last three years of drunken hopelessness which is a physical and spiritual and metaphysical hopelessness you can't learn in school no matter how many books on existentialism or pessimisn you read, or how many jugs of vision-producing Ayahuasca drink, or Mescaline take, or Peyote goop up with -”