No sandstorms, no wind, just the beautiful bay breeze whipping across my face.
A lot has passed, dear reader, since i last graced you with my presence. Too much time that I should have been putting pen to paper................................
Since last we talked I have covered no less than 7500 miles of these american roads, and it still all leads me to the same conclusion. We as a country are incredibly small. We have no clue about our purpose in this world, and we do not care to. The callousness of our countrymen is readily apparent in everyone that I encounter in my travels. I always hope that my wanderings will make this world seems a bigger, more inviting place, but they do not.
Disregard. The word I most often use to descibe the actions of the other residents of terra firma.
I don't much care if this doesn't make a lot of sense, it is what it is.
B.M.
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