“….all you see is marshes and great black distances of night and far off, on hills, the little communities with Christmas lights in their windows blearing red, blearing green, blearing blue, suddenly sending pangs through me and I think, ‘Ah America, so big, so sad, so black, you’re like the leafs of a dry summer that go crinkly ere August found its end, you’re hopeless, everyone you look on you, there’s nothing but dry drear hopelessness, the knowledge of impending death, the suffering of present life, the lights of Christmas wont save you or anybody….:
Jack Kerouac, “Piers of the Homeless Night”, 1960.
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