There’s a loneliness you run from and a loneliness you drive toward, and West Texas has the second kind in quantities that would make lesser men nervous.
Years ago, I lived in an old silver mining town in Nevada that could give West Texas a run for its money in the loneliness category. Except for the town’s people, it was the most amazing experience to look at the stars at night in an open sky that I had ever experienced. The silence was not as heavy as I expected, since I love the noise of the city, but comforting, like coming home for a rest. Familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Thank you for the reminder.
William Least Heat Moon wrote a book of essays called Blue Highways. "West Texas" describes three places which I used to have my students read it to understand the power of description organized by space and time. https://www.csun.edu/~hceng028/English/Sp15/moon.pdf
I love this--"a loneliness you drive toward" I have this fantasy, as my life gets more difficult, more surrounded by the needy. I want to find that crossroads at the end of the world, the end of time, that lone gas station and 1950s diner, sitting at the very end of nowhere.
Years ago, I lived in an old silver mining town in Nevada that could give West Texas a run for its money in the loneliness category. Except for the town’s people, it was the most amazing experience to look at the stars at night in an open sky that I had ever experienced. The silence was not as heavy as I expected, since I love the noise of the city, but comforting, like coming home for a rest. Familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Thank you for the reminder.
William Least Heat Moon wrote a book of essays called Blue Highways. "West Texas" describes three places which I used to have my students read it to understand the power of description organized by space and time. https://www.csun.edu/~hceng028/English/Sp15/moon.pdf
I love this--"a loneliness you drive toward" I have this fantasy, as my life gets more difficult, more surrounded by the needy. I want to find that crossroads at the end of the world, the end of time, that lone gas station and 1950s diner, sitting at the very end of nowhere.