Have a lot to update, but a flight back home to catch in five hours. My limbs feel all rubbery and I'm consumed by the most subtle feeling of dread. Strange things happen in America.
What am I saying! I was born for America, I am an American! I want to, as Hemingway put it, "go west with this face and grow up with the country." I bleed America. I sweat fucking nationalism. Haha. I am so tired, and my suitcase, so heavy. This will have to do.
I hope they play Last Chance Harvey on the plane.
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