I learned to drive this winter, after I got back from Standing Rock, and bought myself a car. Not really sure anymore why I never drove- it was more the power of inertia than it was any political position, that and a moderate terror of machines. I just returned from the first ever road trip that I drove myself on- from my art show in Newport down the coast to the land where I used to live, up through the high volcanoes to hot springs and dry calderas in the sagebrush steppe. It was strange and wonderful to be so many places all by myself. Every other time that I've been somewhere far from the city, it's been with other people. It's magic.