I realized a few weeks ago that I could just go. I could leave in the car by continuing until the road was no more. What is holding me: something invisible. Sometimes it’s the things you don’t see that are the strongest. Like the vines I didn’t know I was growing, tying me within this city, closing my mind to the rest of the world. An ignorance brewing that I couldn’t help. I used half a tank of gas in three days trying to find a place at all satisfying to my soul. Not all suburbias are Coppola-approved.

I keep checking the mail to see what exists. ♦