Lost aphorisms

Like an old-time hobo, I move on by staying in the home I take with me.

What you throw away in plastic bags is often more revealing than that which you keep hold of in plastic bags.

The road is hard, unless freshly laid, in which case, it is at first sticky underfoot, or wheel, and your passage is generally frowned upon by the authorities until officially opened.

That which lays before and behind you often depends on which way you are facing and, sometimes, it is the sky or the earth, depending on the time of day or your level of sobriety.

Jack Kerouac from Adam Leideker on Vimeo.