New York City. In the back of my mind a continuous loop displays a golden horizon bisected by a straight, lonely road. In the distance, I see a silver chariot (the Highlander) silently appear just where the road meets the sky in a shimmering heat haze, then make its way languidly toward my p.o.v. Hanging out the window with
Pork Tour Postscript
Pork Tour Postscript
Pork Tour Postscript
New York City. In the back of my mind a continuous loop displays a golden horizon bisected by a straight, lonely road. In the distance, I see a silver chariot (the Highlander) silently appear just where the road meets the sky in a shimmering heat haze, then make its way languidly toward my p.o.v. Hanging out the window with