“….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 summerContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Lights of Christmas Will Not Save America (Jack Kerouac)”
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