Something nasty orange crusted on my seat. Realized it upon return from Burger King stop, halfway between South Station and Chinatown. I did two laps around the squat hut, it the foreground to Lee Capazzo’s Auto Service quietly tucked behind hut hedged in by parking lot abandoned save for a few sunken holes filled with gravel. Had half or maybe whole or maybe hole hoped we would return again to the strip mall Japanese buffet we stopped at on the way up. Not for buffet but for the thrill, surprise. Shuffling outside and Yotam told me about his little sister some 10 or more years younger, as if she a footnote to he & his—three brothers, the first batch, the others.
Laura packed me toast and red bean mochi as I sped out the door. Always fit in anxiety. Like I’m late or I’d literally never get anything done. Late. Am often but never for long journeys. Except almost when we just barely caught the train from Delhi to Udaipur. I was with Camden and Jennings. Names like luxury but they were eating Delhi Metro concessions pizza while I fumed about potentially missing my escape. Eat later like I supped on stress, later like hopping on train (no exaggeration) as it pulled away. We saw Lochan and Andrew and they fed us little bola balls that looked like my favorite Hecho en Mexico, chewyberryPicaFresas, except these bola babies filled with base(d) herbs. We got high. It was a weird train ride. Smoked the hash spliff we had rolled at home while we stood by the door watching black. On return to a place in name but never feel, we were on our way home seeing sun, set crossing paths as it headed east the sky soft punk over Rajasthani wetlands and a flock of white cranes flew up in unison shadowing red sun and Jennings said that’s the shit movies are made from.
But now we’re rumbling over this bridge. Connecticut, I think. Blah blah blah, grey—it’s not the skies, just the landscape. Towers transmission too (that double entendre), rusted energy stilts like guardsmen on each side of these 4lanes over water faithful conduits that light up mattress warehouses, guiding light for those traveling to beds broken in.