Jasika Nicole
π€ SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
The graves of whom?
Just someone's last name, probably.
Hopefully.
My little car bounces on the poorly maintained asphalt.
And I find myself missing the immovable object that was my truck.
Yeah, okay, it was a nightmare to drive in cities.
And every time I had to change a lane, I panicked a little.
No matter how many times I did it.
But also, it was a fortress.
I drove in it.
I slept in it.
I cooked in it.
I lived in it.
And it was the boundary between me and America.
Now there is no boundary.
Only the poor sound of insulation of a cheaply made car.
The best I can afford.
Then comes the next turn off.
This one has no name, although there is a little yellow triangle to mark the turn.
This road is not just poorly maintained.