Minutes passing into minutes. Still blown away, posed for the picture. Vulnerable, but not bad. “A better way,” people complain… one would think. Go to New Zealand! The seasons are reversed. There aren’t any spaces – I’ll be gone. I thought I’d get used to it; that’s what matters.
There’s a ditch on one side. It’s the same town used in “The Hills Have Eyes.” Having some kind of engine problem. Relay a message to Lloyd and multiply it by three.
I picked out a date and we can look at the moon.