we only get glimpses of the set and most are blurred or distorted. It’s the same with stories and film, only seen frame by frame. We fill in the gaps to reach our truths. I’ve been in this town more than ten years and there are so many roads I’ve never been down, but I think I know the town. I head out on the cruiser, adding notes to my mental streetscape map. Soon it will be too cold for idle bike rides, faces go a-grimace, fingers pinch on the grips and instead of enlarging my town map I’ll wonder only of hearth and home.
