The day after tomorrow is meaningless when you are high enough to hear colours and taste shapes in a stranger’s car on a desolate country road to wherever you think you’ll find God. The Second World War had just ended; the average man’s ideal tomorrow was the “suburban house, one wife and two kids” American Dream. For Sal Paradise, tomorrow is a maybe. Amidst Sal’s countercultural defiance of the mainstream pursuit, On the Road became an accidental ode to absurdism. The American late 1940s...