You've lost your way on the road, driving to nowhere with your mind a million miles from somewhere, and you don't even know yet that you've wandered away. Soon the realization will dawn on you, like a feeling spreading slowly up your spine, and the fog will clear from your eyes. Soon you'll become an active participant in the mystery of your predicament, shaking your head and looking around you, checking your mirrors, wondering how long it's been, how far you've come. The countryside here is beautiful, here in the middle of somewhere, here in parts unknown. There are trees and hills you've never seen before, the sun getting low in the strange new sky. You slow the car to a stop and pull onto the dirt shoulder of the country road, cutting the ignition and getting out of the car. Standing there in the cool of the evening you hear local birds welcoming you from the trees. The car engine ticks as it cools, and you look up and down the foreign road as far as you can see. "So, this is what it's like here," you think. And then you get to work. You'll need a house and a job. You'll have to make friends.
Hello, friends. I hope you're well. Are you?
Later. Love.
