"As long as we’re addicted to hope, we feel that we can tone our experience down or liven it up or change it somehow, and we continue to suffer a lot. In a nontheistic state of mind, abandoning hope is an affirmation, the beginning of the beginning."
- Pema Chodron, "When Things Fall Apart"
The flight from neighborhood demons. I strike out into unfamiliar terrain, mountains of obscurity and nameless faces in a similar migration to my own.
Veiled, probing questions over cheap cups of coffee. Sun-blasted truck-stops in the middle of the Mojave punctuate the streaming barren landscape. I drive from the desert to the sea, across alpine ridges, high sierra lakes, passing all manner of lost souls along the way. Exiles.