I don't know if he is even listening. I don't even know if he even can listen to me.

We've been driving out on a landscape that is becoming more and more familiar by the hour. And there are many hours to be had.

There's a clarity that comes with being so far away from home. Even within my sister's car, which is a textbook symbol of my anxiety, I feel free in being far away. It's a feeling I shared with my friend in San Diego. The possibility of severing ties, cutting loose of our commitments and harsh realities suddenly possible out here in this unreal landscape.

There are so many things to seel