Self

“It has suddenly been revealed to me the extent of our common madness, and I mean not only you or me, but all of us. Particularly since our madness sets itself no vital goal, but only a kind of sustained and unrelieved heaviness of personality. We don’t want to move, we are caught inert in the contrived intertwining stupidity of the common preconceived notion of ourselves.”

Kerouac, Jack. « To Allen Ginsberg, Nov. 13, 1945 », Selected Letters 1940-1956. Penguin Books, 1995, New York. Page 100.