There are days when you feel like you want to punch everyone in the ear. I sat in the middle of the foolishness that was my day and thought about escape, and road trips and the time I accidentally went to Nebraska. Despite an adeptness with maps I got turned around and ended up driving witlessly on dirt roads on the Lakota Sioux reservation. There were many wild horses but very few road signs. I ended up in Nebraska, which is a strange feeling when you have no desire to actually be in Nebraska. I found a hotel room on the interstate with a view of the interstate. My room came with a complimentary fly swatter - which is debatably not the best complimentary gift ever.
I drove around the town that night and took photographs of semi trucks, old signs, a deserted post office and the corn shucks that were tied around all of the lamp posts. The absence of people and the presence of corn shucks was decidedly eerie. I went back to my room and clutched my fly swatter, watched HBO and found that my proximity to the interstate was suddenly comforting.
In the middle of my stupid day all I wanted was to be in the presence of corn shucks, and I started fixating on my suddenly precious fly swatter. I came home and found it and I you can bet I am taking that fucker to work tomorrow.
