All of Arkansas and half of Texas.

The high point in terms of events was the discovery of a coffee shop in Little Rock called Guillermo’s.

The high point in terms of thinking about things was this quote I invented:

“I am not strictly speaking a communist, because I’m just too working class for that.”

This might be a spill entire, with no update forthcoming. Tomorrow is the third and last of the necessary 800 miles days, and that’s at a minimum, because after the 800 it will still be 4.5 hours from the dream home to the real home, and another 1.5 to turning the car back in on time by 2 on Wednesday. Unless I extend.

I do love the road Blue Highways.

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After I wrote that and got under the covers, a movie called Joker, which Joaquin Phoenix won Best Actor for in 2019, came on the motel HBO.

I’m sure you know it by reputation at least.

I was pissed off to not be able to sleep at midnight when it came on, but I’m glad I watched it anyway. I recommend it if you get the chance.

If not, you can satisfy yourself with yesterday’s spill, which was really making much the same overall point about the failure of the american empire project.