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West Until We're East
And that, approximately recapitulated, is my trip. We have gone west until we're east, and then south until pretty much any further would be closer. Physical distance is not the same as cultural displacement, obviously, and arguably anywhere with Dunkin' Donuts shouldn't count as far. But this is as far as I've been, yet. I worried it wouldn't be strange enough. It's strange enough. It's far enough that we come back and home isn't the same. I don't know what those rocks mean, to me or to anybody, but I know what it feels like to sit in front of them and not know what they mean. And this, however obscure and inconclusive, is why we don't just read the guidebook and then stay home.
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