Week 100 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.
This Week Jack Kerouac
“I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered 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, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.” — On The Road
I don't always find him profound, but as I try to write the story of my life, I'm struck by how much trauma felt and inflicted I have managed to forget and realize that we look at the same photos we show our children.
Has Kerouac been looking in my window??