Further back on I-38 we stop so the Editor can investigate what I assumed to be a military graveyard, its headstones white as teeth in orderly rows. She returns sober and aghast at something she refuses to articulate because it has no entry in Shitholes and therefore has no bearing on my journey.
In the false privacy of her helmet I sometimes hear the Editor calculating their number. It seems she’s never satisfied with the result.
-traveler
