..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was - Jack Kerouac

It was sad to see his tall figure receding in the dark as we drove away, just like the other figures in New York and New Orleans: they stand uncertainly underneth inmense skies, and everything about them is drowned. Where go? what do? what for? — sleep.

(...) comes under the influence of old French Fairies who accuse him of constipation of the brain & diarrhea of the mouth

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.