Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back. — Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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Here I was at the end of America - no more land - and now there was nowhere to go but back.

— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
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