there’s something remarkable about the magical realisms between the admixture of writing and driving. of course, it’s a difficult task to literally write while driving and I don’t recommend it to anyone but the ideas you can come up with in your head become evidently transparent like a clearing through the fog and if I was given the chance with a reliable car, a mixtape of good tunes, a decent amount of time to road trip from Portland Maine to Portland Oregon and getting lost in the reverie of elucidation and neglected dreams along the countryside and over the mountains and through the Great Basin I could easily write an overkill of poems in my head and if I could just get them down on paper would be a magical realism in itself.