Cities of Isolates Through the American interstate, a disjoint, a paradox - one that opens to reveal the nation’s heart. Drive along any of them, and witness the dizzying celebration of the pursuit of the individual trajectory’s speed, slow motion drag racing along the tracks a normal country would build its trains. We see the individualism of America play out. Every hour or so, you’ll pass a car broken down on the shoulder. Maybe someone is outside is, head stuck into the engine, leaning up against the side, hunched over the steering wheel and tapping on their phone for help. No one stops, no one would dare. They dropped out of the wilderness. The dream of the car, to be far from the tyranny of a one-track train, pilots of our own destiny. To stop for another is anathema to this freedom, to strike against the flow of celebration with the messy horizontal entanglements we left behind in the old world, with the old language, the old customs.
The American Swamp
The American Swamp
The American Swamp
Cities of Isolates Through the American interstate, a disjoint, a paradox - one that opens to reveal the nation’s heart. Drive along any of them, and witness the dizzying celebration of the pursuit of the individual trajectory’s speed, slow motion drag racing along the tracks a normal country would build its trains. We see the individualism of America play out. Every hour or so, you’ll pass a car broken down on the shoulder. Maybe someone is outside is, head stuck into the engine, leaning up against the side, hunched over the steering wheel and tapping on their phone for help. No one stops, no one would dare. They dropped out of the wilderness. The dream of the car, to be far from the tyranny of a one-track train, pilots of our own destiny. To stop for another is anathema to this freedom, to strike against the flow of celebration with the messy horizontal entanglements we left behind in the old world, with the old language, the old customs.