“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones
who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at
the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn,
burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the
stars.”—Jack Kerouac, On the Road (1957)
(Photograph by
Tom Palumbo, from New York, circa 1956)
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