I'm at some truck stop off of I-95 in Maryland called "Perryville Travel Plaza". It's located immediately following a - get this - FIVE DOLLAR TOLL BOOTH for which I was monetarily unprepared. I was summarily informed that I should roll through the booth when upon pulling away my licence plates would be photographed and my address would be mailed the toll charge plus fines in a letter from the Maryland Transport Authority. I must be getting close to New York. Fuckin' bastards. Tom left this for me last night before I vacated his place in the late morning.
[Handwritten poem on a notepad scrap:
"Washed upon this distant shore
I've found myself wondering
why so vaugely familiar
a sunrise upon some place I've
been spit should arouse my senses so.
Step, stand, sunken sand footstep
suspicions suspended
past confirmed upon the sand
lay an apple once bitten"
-Tom Thrasher]
One of the most profound senses of spiritual peace a person can experiance is to recognise a key moment of existential deja vu, and place it neatly back into its Dharmic context to learn something needed. But Zen is very to manifest or come across in a place like Washington DC.
Unleaded Gasoline is $4.10 per gallon this afternoon.
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