I'm on a dark country road, the kind with trees arching overhead creating a vaulted roof of leaves and branches. It's the middle of the night and I have a burning need to get away. I'm so very sick of being around people who just parrot bullet points without thinking about what they're actually saying.
I'm over eight miles from the city. Nothing but forest fields and a few farmhouses. This is we're the Amish thrive. I've come as far as I can go. From the light pollution I can tell… Continue