There's a stretch of highway I often pass through, driving back from Raleigh in the wee hours, where the air is saturated with blazing orange light, the speed limit finally hits 65 and the briefly endless series of streetlights whips by in the wind, and for the past several months it's never failed to remind me of the roads around Jacksonville, where I drove with a car full of strangers on the way to the Keys, cloverleaves and construction zones and awful radio stations sliding past our exhausted individual alonenesses like dreams flavored sodium orange.
My present is a moment struggling to realize itself between the crushing weights of the past and the future.
posted on Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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