it's not as dramatic as all that...

... eyed, the door across the hall. 24 hours of busses and conversations with convicts concerned about the trees. he carried nothing but a box of pop tarts and a bible. I had hope. I've known you in cities, on trains, milemarkers east to west serving as a slow countdown: 295 -> 95 -> 495 -> 290 -> 90 -> 81 -> 401, you. 401 -> 81 -> 90 -> 290 -> 495 -> 95 -> 295, home. Portland, New York City, ...