Day 272

An hour later, Travis and I are out back of the compound, watching from across the bustling neon street as guards patrol the lobby. There are cameras pointed at the walkway in front of the skyscraper, small enough that I'm hesitant to take the shot. I motion to Travis and he follows, slipping into the …

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272

Start here, with a big red car--big the way they made cars in the years right after the second world war--cars for midwest families still planning on six kids and who had to drive not just through snow in the winter but over snow, crushing it like fascism.  Imagine a living room on wheels with …

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