Memorandum

I kinda expected the road to be different on a bike. But it's the same road.

It's the road I've driven these past months to get to the west coast. Somehow the mystery and romanticism surrounding a bike ride made me forget that.

I kinda thought it'd be like biking past one suburb, into another suburb, onto a tract that leads to ancient Mayan temple ruins.

But it's just the road I've driven, from an ant's speed perspective.

There's nothing more there.

It's only in my imagination that the bike trip exists.

 

And I will scatter my imagination across the country.