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"Ah, gawd; Interstate halogens and sodium-vapors on monstrous stalks in the middle of a jaundiced night, blowing through a town you've never been to before, stopping for gas, a pungent urinal, bitter rotten coffee tasting of soap, more cigarettes. Stained road atlas, sour layered clothing, grit under the eyelids, radio band shrinking to two stations in your greasy ears, no sky above, no land or horizon below, just yellow road, giant green signs, the muffled icy wind, and a lit up panel in the black. A month after your run, all you remember is the night."
~ du Tabac
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Berny27pro says:
a masterpiece!
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du Tabac says:
North America, prone at night, is all a planetary peopleless ocean, matte black and arc-light, distant singing semi-tracker tires and engines brakes on the cold breeze. It smalls bad, it glints with busted glass and will pickle and bleach out the very heart in your chest and the soul in your skull.
Try and pump gas outside Texarkana at 2:00 am and dun human scarabs will approach out of the dark, wanting to sell you methamphetamine, stolen syringes, a butterfly knife. Stare, say nothing, and the price will drop.
Nothing captures that like this photo. Eight weeks and 15 hours a day on the Interstate, and I wouldn't even try. it is too frightening, inhuman, ungodly, Dantean, and when a yellow-eyed coyote skulks off the shoulder in your headlight, you feel more akin to the dead jackrabbit it'd been at.
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