I want to be open to new directions but instead spin circles around the same distractions, you can't tell me anything about state lines I don't already know and even when I'm lost I know these roads will lead me back to what and where I've been before. Every year is a new groove in the same record; variations on a theme. I am looking for absurdity but not reaching far enough to find it. although! some weekends are more equal than others.
see also: living room camp-outs, navesink smoke bombs, streetlight water balloon fights, waterfall lingerie.