Driving

White Line Fever and the Higher Silence Within

I loaded a 15-foot U-Haul with our furniture and pointed it southwest.

More Americans are Unraveling Behind the Wheel

The sun went down at 8:49pm, the moon is in its last quarter, and tonight I’m wondering if the health of a society can be pegged to the nerves of its motorists.

Plaza

The Lake Forest Oasis Service Plaza on Interstate 94 is one of my favorite moments in America.

Road

A ten-hour drive out of New York into the woods of the Midwest.

Detach

While researching a few details for my novel this afternoon, I came across a declassified CIA document about detaching from time and space through experiments with “color breathing” and “energy balloons.” There’s also a discussion about weaponizing Tibetan metaphysics and techniques involving the frequencies of an air conditioner.

Toll

Sometimes I dream about tollbooth operators, the half-glimpsed faces with cigarettes nodding on their lips, their left hands forever clutching a quarter and a dime in change.

You Can Never See Further Than Your Headlights

You can never see further than your headlights—an old slice of trucker philosophy that makes more sense with each passing year, the way I move through life, pretending that I know where the road is heading even though I never have a clue.