A grave study in futility amidst individualism, So Much for No Mountain presents the spirit of romance as a broken, post-Dharma Bums dystopia. Whereas Jack Kerouac's 1958 Beat masterpiece is a contradictory road trip between seedy underground jazz bars and backpacking adventures, the story remains the same: there is only as much inspiration and dissatisfaction on either end of the spectrum. You long for one in the face of the other, with "escape" being merely an idea you have on the in-between.
Consider this an exorcism, not some On the Road orgy of zen friends and self-discovery, but more of a detuned pop song you only half-hear in the middle of the night, asleep at the wheel, dying to be home but losing sight of where you're going. The road piles up with things that shape you, things you learn to live with, things you're forever haunted by, but as far as you go, you'll never outrun yourself. That's the real lesson. All you can do is keep driving.
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