And then on the way home, I think about the fool and the other fools, and myself a fool. Hurrying away the past of tomorrow, like I hurried away the past of today, in the past. - Atop an Underwood, Jack Kerouac
You hurry while I stand here, trying to recapture the past. And here you are, brushing it aside, the past of tomorrow, which is the present of today, you are brushing it aside as you stride along, intent on your cheap present practical and physical desires and comfort. You fool. Wait, don’t hurry.
Fools I think. Myself a fool. I must take it slow now and look at the present and say to myself: look, John, hold the present now because someday it will be very precious. Hug it, and hold it.
And then on the way home, I think about the fool and the other fools, and myself a fool. Hurrying away the past of tomorrow, like I hurried away the past of today, in the past. - Atop an Underwood, Jack Kerouac
You hurry while I stand here, trying to recapture the past. And here you are, brushing it aside, the past of tomorrow, which is the present of today, you are brushing it aside as you stride along, intent on your cheap present practical and physical desires and comfort. You fool. Wait, don’t hurry.
Fools I think. Myself a fool. I must take it slow now and look at the present and say to myself: look, John, hold the present now because someday it will be very precious. Hug it, and hold it.