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when this year began i never envisioned myself being in south dakota at any time. or el paso, or new mexico, or baton rouge, or any of the places we've visited so far. you loose a sense of time, and your sense of space becomes fragmented. the connections you make with a place become lost with the passing of the next day. the time between these places is a no mans land. devoid of life except for every 250 miles where that one gas station exists; which is only a waystation to your next destination. Which ironicly is another checkpoint to a checkpoint, to a checkpoint. the most intesting part is the loss of any sense of time. on a small scale it is present and apparent to us. on the larger scale, it is lost. yet we continue onward. space exists without time. a product of our observations, a mesurment of moments. fleeting and intabable