So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you. - Jack Kerouac

But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you.

You guys are going somewhere or just going?