30 March 2011

My Own Private Monticello

We were packed into our rental car, blazing through Monticello, Ga. when we passed this sign. And I'm not sure why, but it kicked off this train of thought in my head about how, being human, you're always that babe in the woods. Clueless. The instant you think you have anything figured out, you plunge deeper into the labyrinth. You look around - everyone's trying to figure out the basic questions of existence and coming up short. So damn many have desperation in their eyes. And among the most desperate are those claiming to know some kind of magical way out of the predicament. Only a few seem at peace. And what's their angle, anyway? Do they know? Are they resigned? Faking it? Are they stoned? The whole thing is fragile and quaking...and then north of Monticello it started to rain cats & dogs.

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