"I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered, stabilized-within-the-photo lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, or actual nights, the hell of it, the senseless nightmare road. All of it inside endless and beginingless emptiness."

-jack kerouac

*myspacio