The ending scene from Castaway still resonates with me, and often gets me thinking about the open road. For a long time now, I get a hankering, a sense of anticipation, when I think about heading west.
It’s somewhat cliche, but also based in reality– I love the feeling of heading toward the wide open spaces, in the direction of endless corn and grain and grassland– and mountains, eventually– where the land opens up and the horizon expands and things feel less cluttered and close.
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