poor jack kerouac. how maddening a thing, to document intense feelings of failure and worthlessness so skillfully as to prove your invaluable genius. i read an article the other day about courtney love. she was down (way down) and when a friend offered “you can’t be down, you’re courtney love” as an antidote to her suffering, she said it was courtney love that was getting her down. amen to that. it’s a hard thing to consider yourself a vessel for anything positive when the I you’re working with seems to have an agenda that moves opposite your content. the best you can do is to pursue alignment: body that moves you, mind that negotiates it, and spirit with the vision… all to move beyond limitations and through frustration onto the path up the mountain.
here’s to that, and to a view that gets better toward the summit.
spotify soundtrack: how about driving the view, son volt?