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Free wi-fi on a moving bus. Well, I’ll be goddamned. Hello, The Future.

I am on my way to Boston, and Yamori Kota is very good music to get me there. I’m doing the “get introspective whilst staring out the window of a bus and listening to sad ambient music” thing. It suits me well. The sloping green hills outside Middletown, Connecticut look like the wooded bluffs of the Congo, only with fewer gorillas being cut in half by lasers.

This feels like last year, except at least now I’m not homeless. I-91, we have spent some time together.