I’ve got rabbit in me. Every time I get in the car the road calls, a siren of endless pavement. It whispers that I could be in New Mexico in less than a day, riding through the cold desert air, bats overhead and miles of empty wasteland to cradle my broken dreams. In two days I could be in Iowa, throwing Molotov cocktails out the window and into the inedible fields of corn. In three days maybe four I could be watching the sun rise over the Atlantic, assuming I never slept or got pulled over. I could go North to the cold lonely territories of Canada, where carelessness can still get you killed. To the south lies Mexico, the fitful feckless border guard of the Spanish speaking Americas. Panama, Honduras, Argentina all wait there, dangerous and strange. I could try my luck at sea, stashed away in a cargo container, most likely marked for slavery and worse. Or I could take a plane and play the tourist in a thousand cities, all with the same camera and out of place expression, wandering aimlessly, looking for moments that tell me the experience was worth the money and filthy bathrooms. Every time I get in the car.
*I did get them mixed up. Should be right now :D *
I agree. But it's kinda dangerous that you listed out all those options that don't involve crossing the ocean, and are therefore easier to pull off....
ReplyDelete(I think you may have gotten your oceans mixed up, though.)