because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars… - Jack Kerouac

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

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

We should be wondering tonight, "Is there a world?" But I could go and talk on 5, 10, 20 minutes about is there a world, because there is really no world, cause sometimes I'm walkin' on the ground and I see right through the ground. And there is no world. And you'll find out.