I started reading Desolation Angels by Kerouac last night. What a trip. It's like being inside someone's head listening to the rambling cacophony of every strange and incoherant and sometimes beautiful thought coming towards you at full speed all at once. I think it's just what I needed after a rough couple of weeks.
When I very moved to Seattle some eight years ago (whoo!), I saw a van with the quote above painted on it and just last night I came across those words again in this book. I've had the picture of that van on my fridge all of these years and feel a nice sense of serendipity going on where random things coincide at unexpected moments.