Get in your DeLorean and time travel to ten days ago, when I’m watching The Undoing on HBO. Wishing I wasn’t. Wishing I was in actual physical pain rather than psychosomatic actual pain. Climbing hills in what my research has indicated is quite a formidable section of my route known as “Texas Hill Country”, not the hills of pandemic boredom, depression, and loneliness in my mind that are now reaching full human gestation level shittiness. Call it somber AF without the sobriety. Needless to say, remote stretches soothe my soul. Solitude is a cure. I’m arranging to be as unreachable as possible. Even if there was phone service, I wouldn’t know. Because my phone stays in airplane mode all day. It’s just a map. A jukebox. A camera. A notepad. So I’m gonna need you to go ahead and leave a message at the tone.
