Dear Reader:
See the world by atomic train! (and by “world” I mean world in the sense of the World Series, the World Wide Wrestling associating, or any of a number of world championships and organizations which in actuality mean only the United States, with Canada occasionally thrown in for good measure, if they agree to play nice and not get all whiny about things). See the Mississippi, the Maume and the Wisconsin. See the mountains, prairies, dead little towns, trailer parks and junkyards rise and fall around you. See the strange rusting place of abandoned factories, broken windows and the decaying shells of cars that is Detroit or Cleveland or Gary. See the sparkling glass palaces in the distance; the future cities that build themselves upon these bones, but do not like to stand too close to the swoosh and zoom of this common transit. Witness the complete lack of respect for durable goods that goes on in the western states, with houses, cars and washing machines left empty to rust and rot among the rolling hills of grass and wheat. Hear the incessant droning of the woman behind you in coach as she goes on about the disappointments of her daughter and the injustices visited upon her son. Take part (if you can) in the tales of tongue piercing, tattoos and wild drinking with your fellow travelers in the smoking car. Enjoy the tiny bathrooms with everything labeled (toilet paper, soap, tissue, flusher, mirror, etc..) as if it were within an editorial cartoon that you sat and shat and washed your hands and brushed your teeth. Pay twenty-three dollars for a tiny bottle of bourbon. Know the incredible, indestructible beauty of nature, the admirable perseverance of man, the sad tenderness of life, all as it slides by you at 200 miles per hour or slips by unnoticed during the night. Miss your dearest friend (me) from all points north, south east, west and back again.
Sincerely yours,
TommorowLand (Author, Book and Holy Ghost)
