By Thursday he was really sad. Not sad because he missed Mary Beth, but sad that he didn't miss her at all. He felt more like himself out West now. He was to Colorodo now.
Pete wondered what he had been doing with all his life. Being in the same space as someone he didn't even miss after leaving without a word. It made him glad he went on his trip. right now he felt more connected to his car, the Toyota FJ and the man who had sold it to him. He thought about him a lot actually. Rob was his name.
His wife though, Mary Beth felt more like some distant celebrity he barely thought about. the only reason he thought of her was when he reflected on the time wasted. That book title kept ringing in his mind. Proust. In search of lost time. Once he reached a stopping point he would find that from a physical book store and read it by the sea.
That was what the past few decades of his life had been like. Lost time. Damn he was glad to be out here now. If he died on this trip he would have at least lived a little near the end.
Pete wondered what he had been doing with all his life. Being in the same space as someone he didn't even miss after leaving without a word. It made him glad he went on his trip. right now he felt more connected to his car, the Toyota FJ and the man who had sold it to him. He thought about him a lot actually. Rob was his name.
His wife though, Mary Beth felt more like some distant celebrity he barely thought about. the only reason he thought of her was when he reflected on the time wasted. That book title kept ringing in his mind. Proust. In search of lost time. Once he reached a stopping point he would find that from a physical book store and read it by the sea.
That was what the past few decades of his life had been like. Lost time. Damn he was glad to be out here now. If he died on this trip he would have at least lived a little near the end.