I marvel that I canβt be so useful and humanly simple and good enough to make small talk to make others feel better, like Dave, there he is long and hollow of cheeks from long drinking himself the past few weeks, but heβs not complaining or moaning in the corner like me, at least he does something about it, he puts himself to the test-He gives me that feeling again that Iβm the only person in the world who is devoid of human beingness, damn it, thatβs true, thatβs the way I feel anyway.
-Jack Kerouac, Big Sur (1962)



















