Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night? - Jack Kerouac

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

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 -

We agreed to love each other madly.