I drove five-hundred and three miles today to get away. I didn’t have anywhere to be or anyone to see in Michigan, which is probably what made it appealing. I drove here, I checked into my hotel room, and then I realized that I just spent the better part of nine hours sprinting away from God-knows-what and now here I am in Michigan. I’m in this little town called Monroe that contains mostly rusted railway bridges and I’m in a hotel that contains mostly no one and I’m on the fourth floor on the backside of the building that conveniently faces West, where the sun sets. I have every intention of getting up at 5:30am to see the sunrise over Lake Erie because I’m not sure when I’ll have the chance to do that again, but that’s awfully early and it’s getting late.
I saw Jesus today and he was burnt to a crisp, which I suppose is what happens when you build a structure out of a conductive material and cover it in something flammable, even if that flammable thing is shaped like Our Lord Jesus Christ.
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