In
Southern Illinois we rode along curved highways and gazed at the
simplicity offered by everything, advertising, architecture, a stark
and depressing mundanity. Rather, there were no complicated lures,
simply food or gas or strip mall with block buildings and no way to
access anything without a vehicle.
No
one had spoken for several minutes after we'd left the museum w/ its
tunnels and otherworldly interactive feel. Drew piloted the SUV w/
fingers in groupings of two and three splayed on the steering wheel
and the general impression that his driving “field of vision”
extended only ten feet in front of the vehicle.
We
had been listening to a top-40 radio station and as we moved it
became apparent that the dial was either in between stations or
more likely that we were on some sort of dividing line where two
separate stations fought over the same frequency: top-40 vs.
religious-drivel interspersed with bursts of static and other
exciting effects.
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