I grew up on the edge of the suburbs, walking distance from nowhere. Many summer nights, when I was 11 or 12, I would sneak out of the house late to meet up with a friend, but then we wouldn't know what to do. Typically the best we could come up with was to walk 20 minutes to the gas station so we could use the soda machine outside it, the only possible place to "shop" at that hour. The station itself closed early, probably by nine. As we trudged along in the gravel on the side of the road, the soda machine would be the only illuminated thing in the darkness, at least until a car went by. I didn't even want soda — most of the time, there would be cans of soda already in the refrigerator at home. It was just that the possibility of buying something, anything, felt to me then like the only possible indicator that we were actually
Everything Is Turning to Gold
Everything Is Turning to Gold
Everything Is Turning to Gold
I grew up on the edge of the suburbs, walking distance from nowhere. Many summer nights, when I was 11 or 12, I would sneak out of the house late to meet up with a friend, but then we wouldn't know what to do. Typically the best we could come up with was to walk 20 minutes to the gas station so we could use the soda machine outside it, the only possible place to "shop" at that hour. The station itself closed early, probably by nine. As we trudged along in the gravel on the side of the road, the soda machine would be the only illuminated thing in the darkness, at least until a car went by. I didn't even want soda — most of the time, there would be cans of soda already in the refrigerator at home. It was just that the possibility of buying something, anything, felt to me then like the only possible indicator that we were actually