We lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

Mississippi

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.

We wheeled through the sultry old light of Algiers, back on the ferry, back toward the mud-splashed, crabbed old ships across the river, back on Canal, and out; on a two-lane highway to Baton Rouge in purple darkness; swung west there, crossed the Mississippi at a place called Port Allen.


by Jack Kerouac (March 12, 1922 – October 21, 1969)
from On the Road (1957)
Sal, Chapter 8
image – bluepoint951

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