Unfurl a map of the continent on the kitchen table. Take the nickel you’ve been turning over in your pocket and toss it in the direction of unfamiliarity, toward somewhere you’ve never been. There’s a long flat hum of asphalt heading wherever the nickel lands, out beyond shared memories. Ride there.
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There’s nothing much to your bike, an engine and two wheels, enough to keep you
going, and a blanket-padded seat. When the sky is big above you, allow yourself some
wonderment, at the clouds like brushstrokes, at the low-hanging stars. They shine for
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Ride through weather patterns and landscapes, through dusty gas stations and fruit stands,
toward the ocean in the distance. Grab a handful of brake and pause to consider every
yard sale along the way, every scenic turnoff. Mail things to yourself, a small mountain
of packages, waiting.
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The only sound is the wind in your ears and eventually that fades too, until it’s just you chasing nothingness. This might not be freedom, but it’s something like it, going nowhere in particular, alone and fast.