It was curiosity that fuelled my reading engine, attempting to understand Sal and Dean's dynamics, searching for the significance of their experience on the road together, and curious of the consequences of their actions. Jack Kerouac successfully places his readers within this impressionistic bubble of Sal's perspective, with only a rare glimpse of an outside looking in, thus its reliance of his readers' opinion and interest in determining the narrative's value. I, for one by the end, falls in the camp of (almost) indifference, with little of its content and presentation resonating with me during and after the reading. Their desires and pangs reveal themselves as foreign, in contrast to my own, with left only a faint desire only to empathise for their emotional states and wayward desire for excursions, but at best, had only brought me as close as at arm's length.