A line from my diary: “We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.” Jack Kerouac to Allen Ginsberg, August 1945
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A line from my diary: “We are sealed in our own little melancholy atmospheres, like planets, and revolving around the sun, our common but distant desire.” Jack Kerouac to Allen Ginsberg, August 1945
