I wonder, reader, if there may be a Medusa in me, for when I look upon others and see myself reflected there, I turn to stone.
-traveler
I wonder, reader, if there may be a Medusa in me, for when I look upon others and see myself reflected there, I turn to stone.
-traveler
The traveler explores the American Wayside, verifying the contents of a mysterious guide written by a man with whom he shares a likeness and name. Excerpts from ‘Autumn by the Wayside: A Guide to America’s Shitholes’ are italicized. Traveler commentary is written in plain text.
The man, presumably the owner, stands behind me. I feel[...]
My driving has hardly improved, despite many months on the[...]
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