We made it to Arkansas and back. I have to say, it really is one of the most depressing states to drive through. Pretty in and around the mountains, but man, I felt like crying most of the way home. Hard to explain why, partly the poverty, partly the way American small towns seem so isolated. The isolation seems so limiting and horrible to me, like we, as a nation, are choosing to turn our backs on influences from the wider world.
I took pictures on the drive home with an actual film camera. Weird, right? Will post if they actually turn out.
Am totally exhausted, but too much so even get up off the couch and go to bed. I woke up early, early this morning thinking someone was running a bath in the hotel room–that booming water in small room sound–but it was actually the insane rain from the end of hurricane Ike passing over us.
I don’t know if it was the storm, or the excitement, or being not in my bed, but I had crazy ass dreams too. Don’t remember enough to relate here, except there were dreams with in dreams and small towns that become huge temples, and visions of cities past that never existed.
Will sleep and maybe make sense tomorrow.