Elsewhere
It is on my way to someplace, Elsewhere, at the intersection of nostalgia and dreams. My surroundings envelop me, dense with memories of summer travels up the eastern corridor, a magical road trip, or some other trip entirely. I am lost between what is real and imagined, with only the bright beacon of neon to connect me with nights of cocktails, cigarette smoke, and chlorine. These timeless roadside motels are for dreaming.
