Jun 01, 2009 18:02
We couldn't reach an agreement, broke and at the end of our rope, so we abdicated in protest. That evening, we pooled the last of our money and threw a barbeque.
An indeterminate amount of time later, I drove across the continent listening to a metronome at 120 bpm for two days straight. Stopping the van in Quitman, Mississippi to get gas, I lingered much longer than I should have to admire the sunrise, looping seamlessly against my life every 24 hours. Every one equally as important.