We have this American story of the road trip, where our hero takes off in a car to get somewhere and along the way has fascinating adventures and meets interesting people that help him re-evaluate and reassess his life.
Not me. I'm driving from Nevada City, California, down to New Mexico, and along the way, I'm having trouble figuring out when I would possibly meet some sort of roadside shaman. I glide along in my sealed metal bubble listening to podcasts and I see faces in the rocks:
And sometimes I see butts:
And there were a lot of dead people. Unknown people:
And people who did good things:
But mostly it was just miles and miles and miles of nobody:
Of course, that just might be what suits my state of mind right now.
I did come across this curious thing:
That cattle grate is just lines painted on the road. Are cows reaching the level that they only need symbols now?