By Jack Kerouac
Beyond the glittering street was darkness, and beyond the darkness the West. I had to go.
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -- it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
@ Alexis Ettner 2004