Locked and Loaded
So this is it. In mere minutes, I'm off on my $15 junk bike to my ride's house. Then we head for the desert. Somehow, in spite of the expense and the hurried preparations, my going to a festival of the absurd in the middle of a dry, alkaline lake bed has the force of narrative necessity behind it. It feels like the right thing to be doing as the capstone of my trip.
Before long I'll be back in Chicago, and it will be a different place. But then again, I don't think the same guy is returning as left. In the meantime, I'm going to be out of reach of the outside world, so if you want to reach me, do it today.
Over and out.
Before long I'll be back in Chicago, and it will be a different place. But then again, I don't think the same guy is returning as left. In the meantime, I'm going to be out of reach of the outside world, so if you want to reach me, do it today.
Over and out.