Something deep inside needed to move. It had been needing to move, to go south for a long time. The prospect of a two week break from the office job sparked a thought to get on a bus headed south. Yes, really. To the Baja by bus. Everybody said, don't do it. But the burning inside was too strong to listen.
Greyhound. Sharing the journey with the great American melting pot. Melting to the unending interruptions and announcements, delayed departures and missed connections.
When something inside burns for long enough sometimes you have to act on it. Burning Through is the accounting of this journey.
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