“—I just can’t keep up with Jacques and all that, I wanta go back to my simple Lucien and Allen and Bill. ” — Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg, 29 June 1963
Some things, once you’ve loved them, become yours forever. And if you try to let them go, they only circle back, and return to you. They become a part of who you are. Or they d e s t r o y you.
Perfect. I love c o m p l i c a t e d.
Dane DeHaan in Kill Your Darlings (2013)
I’m going back to bed. If you’re still here in the morning, I’m calling the cops.