Dear Road

The desert is expansive. It expands you. It’s as if your soul has more space to fill … and so fills it—widening, stretching, spreading itsel

There is so much silence, so many days and weeks filled with its lush richness, that I begin to notice how frivolous people are with words.

I keep wondering if this whole experiment is just a pipe dream realized for a short time before it gives way to the standard American life.

Maybe everyone feels at odds with themselves in their own way.

How many people do we become—even if we remain, in essence, ourselves? How many versions of ourselves exist?