in america, me, photo

”Remember what Bilbo used to say: It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
-Bilbo Baggins, [[The_Lord_of_the_Rings|LotR]]

Roads are dangerous. To most people there are a billion different roads in this world. This one is the one that will take you to work. The one over there leads to the park and if you go around the corner there’s one that will take you to the supermarket. But to a few of us there is only one road. Oh, itt splits and divides a million times like the tributaries of a world-spanning river as it courses through the cit, but ultimately the street outside turns into a broad boulevard, which leads into the motorway, and which sweep you hundred of miles away, to the next state over. After you get there the road splits again. From motorway to village high street to dirt track to a beautiful meadowed hillside.

And Christ, but the [[Wanderlust|temptation]] to just walk out of the house, pick a road and follow it just to follow it can be maddening. I don’t even want to follow the road to its end; the journey itself can be enough.

March 20

in me

Happy Dissonance

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