tough like industry, heavy like rope.
I used to think it was tough to travel alone. Some kind of lone wolf wannabe persona. Eyes keen and bright, haunches poised for the fight. To find meaning in solitude. To buy a car on my own. Tough to say I could do it. Got high off the aesthetic of a station wagon for living quarters, a jeans and T-shirt wardrobe, sunglasses and windshield between my eyes and the lowering sun in the...