|sent from: Hightstown, NJ, USA. destination: Los Angeles, California, USA|
There’s a moment in every trip, when you think that your shoes are filled with lumpen lead rocks, your eyes cannot take in another piece of art, no matter how accomplished; the search for a bathroom, for power on an ailing phone, for network to map out the next move feels like an impossible uphill task. When everything you’ve done in the year and everything you want to do in the coming months seems doomed. When you have a blank postcard in front of you and no idea what to write.