07 June 2009

"but who cant sleep like a log in a solitary cabin in the woods you wake up in the late morning so refreshed and realizing the universe namelessly: the universe is an angel - but easy enough to say when youve had your escape from the gooky city turn into a success and its finally only in the woods you get that nostalgia for 'cities' at last you dream of long gray journeys to cities where soft evening will unfold like paris but never seeing how sickening it will be because of the primordial innocence of health and stillness in the wilds - so i tell myself 'be wise'"

excerpt from 'big sur' by jack kerouac
my summers all seemingly fall back into the beat movement