Once upon a time I drove many thousands of miles across the country by myself and I didn’t even really post about it.
I had an assignment for Bloomberg Businessweek in Virginia. I asked them if I could use the money they would have spent on a flight for truck gas instead. They agreed, and that was the beginning of a long meandering Odyssey.
I went all the way up the East Coast to New York City, continued further north into Canada, crossed over to Michigan, dropped down into the Great Plains and ended up in California after a time.
I was just kind of following urges and dropping into a rhythm. I feel best when I’m a perpetual motion machine, life takes on a weird meaningfulness and the sense of meaning is enough to keep the motion going and the motion makes me feel good so I just keep putting gas in the tank.
I actually have a decent amount of photos from this trip but weirdly when I looked at them right after I got back they just sort of made me feel bad. What was all the mileage for? I guess you can kind of say that about anything. I feel better about them now so I think I’ll start letting them out into the world.
