And so, my journey begins…

“So, in America, when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long skies over New Hampshire and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the west coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know how the children must be crying in the land where they let children cry, and tonight the sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old…”

Jack Kerouac – “On the Road”