I continue to write about my cross-country drive on Jacket Copy. But it is possible that I have in fact reached my destination. Which does not yet have regular internet access.
It is possible that I am in a cafe that has a flatscreen tuned in The View, not a show of choice for me.
It is possible that in the last day I skimmed/read Truth in Nonfiction, which was a little too academic and navel-gazing for my tastes (far too many essays began with “in my memoir”); yet still, Mark Doty, John D’Agata and David Shields impressed. There is more rich material to be mined in this vein, I think.
It is possible that if you are driving to Trader Joe’s, I’d love to tag along.
