Proof that we drove across the country. Pictures by Hannah BW. I read four pages, all before Waco Basically We almost died here. Another story for another day. A gastronomic mistake was made somewhere near Toledo. The George Washington Bridge was shaking. It made us angry. Fin. But you already knew.
One thought on New York: day 3
Hannah was in my dream last night, but she had a short, chic haircut. We were at some kind of learning camp, or something. She had lots of guy friends, but I was destined to discover some secret haunting of the university we were at and the building tried to kill me by squishing me in a circlular staircase. The staircase kept constricting and constricting, and the ghost tried to convince me it was just because the lavish wooden building was designed by a mobile home designer who was used to compact spaces.
One thought on New York: day 3
Hannah was in my dream last night, but she had a short, chic haircut. We were at some kind of learning camp, or something. She had lots of guy friends, but I was destined to discover some secret haunting of the university we were at and the building tried to kill me by squishing me in a circlular staircase. The staircase kept constricting and constricting, and the ghost tried to convince me it was just because the lavish wooden building was designed by a mobile home designer who was used to compact spaces.