You didn't intend to come here. It's cold in winter, even in the settled parts of the state left over after the last World War - the cities abandoned in the wake of the Panic coming back alive with coffee shops, Somalian restaurants, bookstores. The cherry on the spoon rising over Loring - even the skyline mostly unchanged but for broken-toothed skyscrapers.
This is godforsaken. You didn't intend to come here. Asphalt production being what it is, it's a hard road even to Duluth, through ghost towns spilling out along rails just shy of abandoned. But one thing remains, and that's the American road trip.
Vanagons will live until the end of the world, and have, and slime diesel's easy enough to come by. Reactors by now common even along the hole-pocked length of 80, you busked, borrowed, and rarely stole your way as far as the Midwest.
They say you don't want to go further East. Vermont's alright -…