Oh, that’s just my mask

“Just remember you left the train; the train didn’t leave you.”

Scenes From The Train

Mile by mile, cookie by cookie, escaping the holidays

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The span of America between DC and New York is so strange to me and I can’t figure out how to articulate the feeling.

It feels like a developer aimed to fit maybe just one more Holiday Inn amongst a row of already cramped budget hotels for a stretch of 225 miles.

Scotch and Peanuts in Ahmedabad