Wednesday, 11 January 2012


    When I was a little boy I wished I lived in the U.S.A. I wanted to hang out with Bo and Luke Duke, and meet a girl like Mary Anne.
    Everything we watched on T.V. or read in books happened in the States. My family and I would drive there, stuff ourselves at buffet restaurants, and sneak American chocolate bars through the border.
    While we were there I would look at the people that surely must have been leading magical lives of wonder. Everybody was so interesting. The ground itself was even different.
    Now, when I visit the U.S.A. as an adult, I realize that this idealized land doesn't really exist outside of the imagination.

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