A Look Back, Brofestcoasttoalmostcoast 2k7

Taken from my old Livejournal

When this year began I never envisioned myself being in South Dakota at any time. Or El Paso, or New Mexico, or Baton Rouge, or any of the places we've visited so far. You loose a sense of time, and your sense of space becomes fragmented. The connections you make with a place become lost with the passing of the next day. The time between these places is a no mans land. Devoid of life except for every 250 miles where that one gas station exists; which is only a way station to your next destination. Which ironically is another checkpoint to a checkpoint, to a checkpoint. The most interesting part is the loss of any sense of time. On a small scale it is present and apparent to us. On the larger scale, it is lost. Yet we continue onward. Space exists without time. A product of our observations, a measurement of moments.