Two Figures in a Vast Expanse
I am traveling by horse and buggy across the country. There’s a lot of time to think, a lot of time where nothing is happening. Thoughts of Maecenas. It’d be nice to sleep in until X every morning. Full disclosure: I haven’t stopped at every red light. If I’m being honest, my horse, Claude, does most of the work. Nothing seems to bother him. We clop forward. Another confession: he shits on the road and I don’t stop to clean it up—I know, I know. I’ve learned that horses are freer than people, although all they want to talk about is country music. I told the joke about playing a record backwards to get your life in order, but it didn’t land.