At a diner in Wyoming, they could just tell, who else with massachusetts accents would wander in at one in the morning looking for french fries and malts ? ?
Out of Colorado, the mountains frame our world, cloud covered, hazy and mysterious in the distance, here there is a lot of open grassland and scattered woods, no corn in sight, the long drives become an anticipated and loathsome exercise, sometimes they can also be an exhilarating and energizing aspect of our new transient existence. 40 minutes north of Denver is a Budweiser facility, i finally know where some of the magic happens, i have seen the place where rivers of ice cold piss colored watered down shitty American rice lager originate. I can almost taste the disturbing lack of hops. the americorn dream.
Colorado would be a great place to experiment with grass boats.
Its going to get pretty fractured from here on, sitting in a cafe in San Fran still de-compressing, when i wake up i still think i am somewhere on the playa. "wow who built all those trees ?" Holy crap someone made a mock up walgreens in the desert ? ?"
I feel that this will persist for a while. the "real world" seem like a huge public art project. Something in that dust has changed me forever.
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