the day before i left, i talked with my friend kat about how sometimes i feel like i cant ever really stop to look at my life and what im doing until i get into those periods of both uber motion and simultaneous stasis. i.e., moving from madison to ann arbor.

a 7 hour car ride















that ended up taking something like 8 because of traffic
but with some nice tunes in between.



























a sort of blur though - how do you go over 70 mph but sit completely still for 8 hours?


























and why is it only here that i can think about my life?
why only in this grey space?