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Let’s drive to the countryside, leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes, so no one gets worried, no.
Let’s drive until we don’t recognize the exit signs and pay in cash for a room with peeling wallpaper and clean pillowcases and a view of the highway. Let’s drink instant coffee and watch bad TV until the sun rises and then close the blinds and tangle ourselves in knots of arms and legs and sheets while the rest of the world wakes up. Let’s walk down blustery streets of strangers and put quarters in the cup of the man playing the guitar. Let’s eat overpriced italian carryout and cheap champagne sitting cross-legged on a motel room comforter. Let’s browse bookstores for hours, reading the same titles again and again but never actually buy anything. Let’s walk to the ocean and dip our toes into the freezing water and laugh as the spray dabbles the cuffs of our jeans. Let’s go to history museums of places we’ve never visited and buy postcards we mean to send but never do. Let’s drink too much caffeine and talk the night away: politics, transcendentalism, saturday night live. Let’s mark a tiny path that is only ours and with a half tank of gasoline and sleepy eyes and fingers entwined, drive and drive and never look back.