A beacon of ennui
Nov 15, 2020
2 minutes
GREG DIXON
On a whim, I drove for the coast. It was late winter, we were under Alert Level 2, and I was unemployed and feeling goddamn grim.
In troubled times, the open road is as good a place as any to hide from your troubles, to empty your mind and to care only for what’s in front of you – the white line and the next
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