In Search Of Rural Spaces
I wanted rural and I got rural. I’m in the jungle of the Big Island (also known as “rural Hawaii”). That phrase; isn’t all of Hawaii, by geographic objectivity, rural? Hawaii is like the lost child of the map.
It almost seems sad, the way it stands so remote from the rest of the world, so isolated from all the activity of the mainlands. Just this silent little crater of volcanic rock.
When you’re in rural New York; you’re really not in a rural area. You’re just a few hours by car from various metropolitan cities. But when you take a five hour flight across the ocean to a little rock in the Pacific, then you drive four more hours on oneway roads, you are actually somewhere rural. Though, when you think about it, the Earth itself is rather rural in the universe. So maybe everywhere is rural.
This loneliness is good.
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3. Really good Groupon deals.
1. They treat a waitress poorly.
How many resumes have we submitted, never to hear a reply? How many slices of dollar pizza have we barely been able to afford this week?
“WE WERE ON A BREAK!”