Jack Kerouac. On the road (№ 414058)

He was very lonely, he wanted to return to New York. It was sad to see his tall figure receding into the darkness as we drove away - just like those other silhouettes in New York and New Orleans: they stand uncertainly under the immense skies, and everything in them is submerged. Where to go? what to do? why? - sleep. But this stupid gang drove forward.