America

By the look of the number of people on the bus I get on, I can't help but think I'm going to nowhere anyone wants to be.

I started to think that I really lost sight of what was really the whole purpose of going to college. The whole process of growing up and becoming an adult - I took for granted all my moments of strength and maturity, forgetting that there's more to life than rules and pretty phrases. I've been a brat. Good adults know that everyone has pain. That these boundaries aren't as solid as we think, on either side. I need to remember my dignity. My powers and my weaknesses equally, and to just sit back and enjoy.

"I was walkin'.... all by myself"

Pride in Independence.
I think that's why Boston calls to me. I can be more independant there. More focused and free. More alive.

A fog of grime is coating the world outside the bus windows.

If I could do anything, I think I'd like to be a traveling writer. Document today's America. Maybe I could assemble a documentary crew, and we'll spend years going from town to town. My role would be to write all the narration. We'd take turns driving.
Visit towns, interview people. Always be nonthreatening, a blank slate for them to write on. For us to document on camera. Subcultures. Landscapes. Expose poverty and pollution. Show the faces behind the polls.

What is America? Modern America
And what we found there....