1/27 Columbus, OH. The dates on which I’m writing this are correct, and yet I can find no trace in here of Indianapolis, where I did indeed stay last night. I just drove here from there, in fact. Mind’s a blur. Hard to keep my balance, in fact, as I walk into one of the many, many gas stations, for obvious needs. Also – and I have never felt this while driving before – it repeatedly seems to me we are going down a steep decline among towering mountains and everyone’s pickling up speed as if sucked into a tunnel, when in fact we are driving level, all it is is a plain.