Photos courtesy of Raubern Totanes and yours truly. By tradition and in the spirit of this very road trip across America (twice!) I write the following in a stream of consciousness Jack Kerouac style — so please forgive all run-ons and typos. Press play and read...
Day 1: Emeryville, CA “Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” After we returned from LA yesterday night at 11pm, we turned in at our lodgings situated immediately next to...
“Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The one thing that we yearn...
“And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my...
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam...
“We lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” This morning we said an unexpected goodbye to Brynn. View this post on Instagram I ran out of spoons. Friends, I came home early. After 10 days in the RV, I was completely exhausted....
About yesterday: “What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? — it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye.” More goodbyes this morning....
