A tree / does some / thoughts / and / thinks / it doesn’t / look
good / for us / in a grocery store / a man / on the television /
says / I’m pretty good / at doing stuff / no one believes / him /
years from now / we’ll find out / he only got / one vote / you
were / the only one / everything else / lied / or / was fake / be
alone / crawl in a hole / never open / your brain / again
Summary: I went to an insane grocery store. I met someone real
people from the internet. A truck tried to make it but couldn’t. I
woke up. People in the next room where doing motel sex. I took out
These bedsheets have years of naked body stains. The microwave
in the corner seems lonely. Some of the motel air might be at
least thirty years old.
When I stepped out of bed my foot didn’t hurt as much as I thought
it would. It did not seem like the trip wouldn’t continue. I
thought about the ice baths and turmeric water I had drank the
night before. I took out my journal:
My foot seems like it still wants to be a foot.
After I left the motel and began walking I wondered if I should
contact the news and tell them I wanted to become famous. I passed
a car dealership full of automobiles with American flags glued to
the windshields. I took out my journal:
I’m glad I am not transporting a cardboard box with me across
America. It would be difficult to carry. Especially if the
cardboard box was filled with gasoline.
At each intersection people seemed confused by my bare feet and
forgot they were in automobiles. I was befinning to have a minimal
effect on America. As I was crossing one intersection I noticed
someone had lost a pumpkin seed. I took out my journal:
I hope when I’m done living someone just leaves my body in the
middle of a major interstate roadway so my body is both ground
deeply into the pavement and carried thousands of miles within
the grooves of the tires of distracted commuters.
I stopped at a grocery store. In the entrance there was a picture
of Ronald Reagan holding hands with the store’s owner. The store
was designed like a maze. I had to pass rows of ground hamburger
and conveyor belts of milk before I found a pile of vegetables. I
filled a basket, paid, and sat down next to the buffet line. I
took out my journal:
A person with a trembling eyelid keeps dipping the same french
fry in a cup of coffee and then sucking on it.
After I left the grocery store I walked in silence. There were a
lot of American flags and car dealerships in Connecticut. I passed
them all. A few minutes after I saw a car dealership with one of
those giant floating balloon oracles I got a message from someone
I knew on the internet. The message said:
I want to touch the hand of the guy slowly walking through
An hour later two people walked up to me and touched my hand. We
talked about a mountain and about the guy with a lot of different
methods involving ice cubes and the human lung. The day might have
ended there but I kept walking. There wasn’t much else for me to
do. At this point in my life walking slowly barefoot in locations
I’ve never been is about all I have going for me. As I neared the
tunnel leading to the next town I noticed police lights. I was
worried they were waiting for me. When I got closer I saw
something stuck halfway through the tunnel. It was a truck. This
truck had been too large for the tunnel. I took out my journal:
People continue to try to do impossible things even though
everyone will laugh when the impossible results in failure.
I thought about waiting to see how the truck would get removed
from the tunnel but I worried the police might start shooting the
truck and I didn’t want to see anything get shot so I kept
walking. At some point I ended up near a large animal made of
synthetic materials. The large animal was the shape of a bear so I
took a picture and sent it to everyone on the internet. As I
waited for everyone to look at the picture I took out my journal:
Before I was an adult there used to be a period of my life when
I was less than three years old.
I’m pretty sure something significant happened during the
transition from three years old to an adult but I can’t remember.
I guess it’s possible nothing happened or maybe I wasn’t ever
three years old. It got dark about the same time it had the
previous day (maybe a few minutes earlier). I was still walking.
My foot felt pretty good, but a piece of it had started bleeding a
little. I spit on the part of it that was bleeding. I was only a
mile from the motel where I planned to stay. I noticed two people
with grocery bags. They were both wearing the same patterns. I
took out my journal:
I feel a little lost. My body is touching concrete but the day
has gotten too dark and long for me to remember any of my
In my motel room I filled two trashcans with ice cubes and sat on
the bed thinking about whether or not I should sell my feet when
this journey ends.