"The fog'll fall over you, Jacky, you'll wait in fields - You'll let me die - you won't come save me - I don't even know where your grave is - remember what you were like, where your house, what your life - you'll die without knowing what happened to my face - my love - my youth. You'll burn yourself out like moths jumping in a locomotive boiler looking for light - Jacky - and you'll be dead - and sink - and you'll be dead - and lose yourself from yourself - and forget - and sink - and me too - and what is all this then?"
"It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself apart to see her go because everything goes away from me like that - girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lossness forever."
Jack Kerouac, Maggie Cassidy & Visions of Cody
