the only people for me are the ones who are mad to understand, mad to ship, mad to build what doesn’t exist yet but should, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never wait, hedge, make excuses, or ask permission, who know that luck is preparation meets opportunity and act accordingly, who burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles across the stars. jack kerouac, if he lived in 2026 & had claude code, probably