"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Friday, May 9, 2014
Road Trip
I take a lot of these, but usually alone. I listen to music, chew gum, sing along to musicals, daydream.
Still, eight-and-a-half hours is eight-and-a-half hours.
This time I'm traveling with my sister. Words make the miles fly.
